Dovewing's Silence (11 page)

Authors: Erin Hunter

“Are you sure you're okay?” Bramblestar went on more anxiously, spotting a scratch on Lionblaze's shoulder.
He's limping on that forepaw, too
.

Lionblaze sighed. “Yes, I'm fine. Leafpool and Jayfeather checked me out, and gave me a dock leaf for the sore pad. It's just hard to get used to the way I can be hurt now. All I did was trip over a stupid bramble!”

“Too bad,” Bramblestar mewed. “You'll have to start watching where you tread!”

“That will make me very fearsome to our enemies. Not,” Lionblaze muttered. He limped back to his mate and settled down beside her.

Movement at the entrance caught Bramblestar's eye as the first hunting patrol returned. Dustpelt was leading it; he carried a squirrel in his jaws. Behind him came Brackenfur, Blossomfall, and Poppyfrost, all laden with prey. Bramblestar watched approvingly while they carried their catch over to the fresh-kill pile.

He noticed that Dustpelt looked exhausted as he dropped his squirrel on the pile. The brown tabby tom was still haunted by the death of his mate, Ferncloud, in the Great Battle. Squirrelflight had told him that Dustpelt often woke yowling
in the warriors' den, thrashing in his nest. In his dreams he still tried to save Ferncloud from the claws of Brokenstar, and every time he had to watch her die again.

A little more than a moon ago, Bramblestar had suggested that Dustpelt might like to retire and join the elders.

“Anything but that,” Dustpelt had growled. “Let me keep busy. I need something to distract me, or the memories hurt too much.”

“You'll meet Ferncloud again one day, in StarClan,” Bramblestar meowed, trying to comfort the older warrior.

Dustpelt shook his head. “Sometimes I wonder if that's true.” His voice shaking, he added, “I kept some of the moss from her nest. But I can't even smell her scent on it anymore.”

Bramblestar hadn't known what he could do to help, except to do as Dustpelt asked and make sure he stayed busy.

Bramblestar headed across the camp, intending to praise Dustpelt's patrol for their good hunting, when he heard his name yowled from the other side of the barrier. Startled, he spun around to see Brightheart bursting out of the thorns with the rest of her patrol just behind.

“ShadowClan!” she gasped as she scrambled to a halt.

“Calm down,” Bramblestar meowed. “Tell me what happened.”

“Are they attacking?” Brackenfur called as the rest of the Clan gathered around, their whiskers quivering with curiosity.

“No, but it's almost as bad,” Brightheart panted. “We picked up ShadowClan scent inside our borders.”

“And it's not the first time it's happened,” Millie added with a lash of her tail.

“Are they after that nest of squirrels?” Lionblaze asked.

More cats jumped in with urgent questions. Only Dovewing looked quiet and subdued. Bramblestar felt a stab of pity. Once she would have been able to look into ShadowClan without leaving the hollow, and listen to their conversations to find out why they were crossing the border, but those days were gone.
She feels blind and deaf without her powers,
he guessed.

Bumblestripe padded up to Dovewing and pressed his muzzle against her shoulder. “Are you okay?” he whispered.

Dovewing leaned into him. “I'm fine,” she sighed.

Bramblestar raised his tail for silence. “Brightheart, where exactlyâ” he began.

“We should attack
now
!” Mousewhisker interrupted, his shoulder fur bristling with fury. “Those crow-food eaters have no right to set paw on our territory.”

For a moment a cold trickle of suspicion passed through Bramblestar. Mousewhisker had been one of the cats who had trained in the Dark Forest, and although he had returned to his Clan, he seemed a bit too ready to attack their neighbors. Did he want to try out the skills he had learned from his Dark Forest mentors? Bramblestar thrust the suspicion away.
Mousewhisker is young, and young cats are hotheaded
.

“No cat will attack any of the Clans,” he warned.

“Try telling that to WindClan,” Rosepetal muttered, flicking the ear that Nightcloud had scratched that morning.

“So what are we going to do about ShadowClan?” Millie
asked.

“We're not going to let ShadowClan get away with this, are we?” Berrynose meowed. He sounded almost as belligerent as Mousewhisker.

“Not at all,” Bramblestar replied. “I'm going to visit Blackstar, and find out why his warriors are crossing our border.”

“Seriously?” Mousewhisker's eyes stretched wide, and his voice was even more indignant than before. “You're going to give them a chance to come up with a reason, when we all know what they're doing is wrong?”

“Mouse-brain!” Mousewhisker's sister Cherryfall gave him a hard nudge, almost unbalancing him. “That isn't what Bramblestar is doing. He's just going to tell Blackstar that he knows what's going on!”

Bramblestar was touched by the ginger she-cat's faith in him.
My Clanmates should be able to trust me to keep them safe. What would they say if they knew how much I doubt myself?

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ERIN HUNTER
is inspired by a love of cats and a fascination with the ferocity of the natural world. As well as having great respect for nature in all its forms, Erin enjoys creating rich mythical explanations for animal behavior. She is also the author of the bestselling Seekers and Survivors series.

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