Tallstar's Revenge (13 page)

“Let's go.” Heatherstar flicked her tail and the WindClan warriors streamed down the slope.

Tallpaw bounded after them, feeling the soft grass give way to crumbly earth. Ferns swished against his pelt and brambles twitched as he hopped over their trailing branches. As he reached the foot of the slope, he slowed to a stop. Four gigantic oaks stood in the center of the hollow, their trunks thicker than Tallrock back in the WindClan camp. Above his head, branches creaked. Tallpaw pressed his ears flat, unnerved by the noise. Even when the wind howled across the moor, the heather only whispered in reply. The bark of the trees glowed silver, and the canopy of leaves blocked out the sky until the wind tugged at them, revealing glimpses of stars.

“We're the first!” Doespring stopped beside him. “Look!” Her mew echoed around the walls of the hollow. “It's the Great Rock.”

Tallpaw followed her gaze, his heart quickening as he saw the stone looming palely in the shadows, bigger than any boulder on the moor. As the branches moved overhead, moonlight dappled the rock. Tallpaw tensed as he felt the ground tremble. Was the Great Rock
alive
?

“Someone's coming!” called a voice behind him.

Doespring tasted the air. “It's ThunderClan.”

As she spoke, dark shapes bounded down the far slope. Their paw steps set the earth shaking as they spilled into the hollow. Tallpaw backed away. He'd never seen such huge cats, wide-shouldered and stocky with long fur and sharp claws that glinted at the ends of their toes.

“Greetings, Heatherstar.” A fox-furred tom, his muzzle crisscrossed with old scars, dipped his head to the WindClan leader.

“It's good to see you, Pinestar,” Heatherstar responded politely, her eyes glinting in the moonlight.

“Hawkheart! Any news this moon?” A ragged gray tom shambled toward the WindClan medicine cat.

“That's Goosefeather,” Doespring whispered to Tallpaw. “He's ThunderClan's medicine cat.”

Tallpaw heard a purr in his other ear. “Goosefeather talks to himself,” Stagleap whispered. “The ThunderClan apprentices told me that he walks in the woods chatting to the trees and the squirrels.”

Doespring snorted with amusement.

“Hello, Goosefeather.” Hawkheart welcomed his fellow medicine cat.

Barkpaw stood beside his mentor and nodded, looking overawed.

“Have you killed anyone recently, you old herb-muddler?” Hawkheart joked.

Goosefeather snorted. “Not on purpose.”

Tallpaw's eyes widened as he watched ThunderClan warriors weave among the WindClan cats, exchanging greetings like old friends. “Is it okay to talk to the other Clans?”

“So long as clouds don't cross the moon,” Doespring reminded him. “If they do, StarClan is warning us that the truce is over.”

“Be careful what you say,” Stagleap added. “If you say too much, you might give away WindClan secrets. If you say too little, the other Clans will accuse you of being hostile.”

Tallpaw swallowed. “How will I know if I get it right?”

“Just listen and be polite,” Doespring advised. “If you talk to the apprentices, don't say more than you need to. If they talk about training, join in, but don't share WindClan battle moves.”

“Here comes ShadowClan!” Stagleap's hiss made Tallpaw stiffen.

The bushes on the slope stayed almost silent as shadows moved between them. Tallpaw's pelt pricked. These cats hardly rippled a leaf as they slunk into the hollow, silent as prey. Tallpaw wrinkled his nose. ShadowClan brought with them a stench of pinesap and dank moss. “Do they always smell like that?”

“You'll get used to it,” Stagleap promised. “They probably think we smell odd.”

Tallpaw lifted his chin. “No one could find the scent of the wind
odd
.”

Doespring shrugged. “Maybe
they
do. Perhaps that's why they hide in the forest.”

“That's Cedarstar.” Stagleap pointed his muzzle at a dark gray tom. The ShadowClan leader's white belly flashed beneath him as he joined Heatherstar and Pinestar at the foot of the Great Rock.

Tallpaw watched a gray tabby approach Reedfeather. “Is that Stonetooth?” he asked, half recognizing the cat from one of Flailfoot's stories.

“Yes. He's been ShadowClan's deputy for so long, only the elders remember who came before him,” Doespring meowed.

“And there's Sunfall.” Stagleap nodded toward a golden tabby. ThunderClan's deputy was pacing around the clearing, dipping his head to warriors, sharing words with one group before moving on to the next.

Whiteberry limped across the clearing and touched muzzles with a small ginger she-cat. “Littlebird.” His eyes flashed with mischief. “You haven't missed a Gathering in moons. Come to gossip, eh?”

“Of course.” She swept her tail over her paws as she sat down.

A graying ThunderClan tom hurried to join them. “How's hunting?” he asked as he reached them.

“Not bad, Mumblefoot,” Whiteberry rasped. “Though with only two apprentices, it's a long wait for fresh prey to arrive.”

Littlebird snorted. “You should go out and hunt your own.”

“If only!” Whiteberry sighed. “My legs are too slow.”

“Your claws are still sharp,” Littlebird countered.

Tallpaw's ears pricked as Shrewpaw's mew sounded from below one of the oak trees. “Of course, I'm the
fastest
apprentice.” Three apprentices were gathered around the dark brown tom, their eyes round. “And there's no cat faster than a WindClan cat.”

A white ShadowClan apprentice lashed his tail. “Any cat could run fast on the moor. You've got the wind at your tail and no trees to get in your way.”

“You think it's easy living on the moors, Blizzardpaw?” Shrewpaw flattened his ears.

A silver-furred she-cat with pale blue eyes stared at him. “WindClan cats think they're so special.”

“That's because we are.” Shrewpaw stuck his nose in the air.

“You're as puffed up as the sheep that live on your dumb moor.” The silver apprentice lashed her tail.

“Moonpaw.” A sleek gray ThunderClan tom hurried over to her. “Don't forget the truce.”

“But Shrewpaw's showing off!” Moonpaw protested. “All WindClan cats are show-offs.”

Tallpaw noticed Hawkheart's head turn toward the squabbling apprentices. “Stormtail!” he called to the gray ThunderClan tom beside Moonpaw. “Can't ThunderClan keep its 'paws under control?”

Moonpaw's gaze flashed toward the WindClan medicine cat. “Don't worry,” she growled. “I won't break the truce.” As she stalked away, Stormtail hurried after her, throwing an apologetic look at Hawkheart.

Tallpaw suddenly realized that his heart was racing. The rustling leaves and the babbling voices made his ears twitch. Words were tossed back and forth like prey between paws. How would he ever learn the names of all the cats in other Clans? Would he ever know what to say? Could he ever feel at ease here, trapped beneath trees?

“Look, Doespring!” Stagleap's mew surprised him. “There's Nettlepaw!” He jerked his nose toward a white ShadowClan she-cat with ginger patches. “Let's find out if she passed her assessment!”

Tallpaw stared as they raced away across the clearing. He glanced around, feeling suddenly exposed. Should he follow them? Or join Shrewpaw with the other apprentices? Uncertain, he dropped into a crouch and watched the Clans blend together in a haze of pelts.
Where's RiverClan?
Tallpaw dug his claws into the earth, feeling for vibrations, but the pattering of paws in the clearing blotted out distant tremors. He tasted the air. A tang that tasted of rancid water was drifting into the hollow.

“Sorry we're late!” A huge tom bounded down between brambles and crossed the clearing to Heatherstar. His fur shone in the dappled moonlight, so thick that Tallpaw could only guess at the sturdy muscle moving beneath.
That must be Hailstar.
Tallpaw watched the RiverClan leader's Clanmates stream into the hollow. They slid as easily as fish among the other Clan cats until the clearing was teeming with bodies. Tallpaw glanced up, wishing he could see wide-open sky. But he was underneath one of the Great Oaks, and branches blocked his view.
It's like being underground.
His tail twitched nervously.

A familiar scent wafted over him as a pelt brushed his flank. “You'll get used to it.” Cloudrunner nudged him. “Next time won't seem so strange.”

Tallpaw straightened up. “How can any cat live under trees?”

Cloudrunner shrugged. “I guess a cat can get used to anything.”

Pale fur moved at the side of the Great Rock. Heatherstar was jumping to the top with Cedarstar, Pinestar, and Hailstar close behind.

“Follow me.” Cloudrunner headed into the crowd.

Tallpaw kept close to the pale gray warrior, his whiskers brushing pelts as they weaved between the Clans. He flattened his ears, trying not to breathe too deeply amid the jumble of scents. He pretended he was moving through heather, relieved when Cloudrunner stopped beside Stagleap and Doespring.

Tallpaw nosed in beside Stagleap. “Can I sit here?” he whispered.

“Of course.” Stagleap shifted to give him room.

Doespring leaned around her brother and blinked at Tallpaw. “Can you see from there?”

“Just about.” As Cloudrunner squeezed in behind him, Tallpaw stretched to peer over the heads of Hareflight, Shrewpaw, and Appledawn, who were lined up like stones in front of him, their eyes lifted toward the Great Rock. Larksplash, Ryestalk, and Dawnstripe flanked them while Hickorynose wheezed as he settled down behind.

Cedarstar stepped forward and spoke first. “ShadowClan is well,” he declared. Tallpaw watched his amber eyes glint in the moonlight as he scanned the Gathering. “Our nursery is full.” The ShadowClan leader's gaze warmed. “Three new kits have been born to Silverflame.”

Tallpaw noticed the ShadowClan cats around him exchange knowing, worried glances. Was there a secret behind this good news?

“Prey is plentiful in the forest and greenleaf has been kind.” Cedarstar stepped back and nodded to Pinestar.

As the ThunderClan leader began to speak, his Clanmates shifted below, fluffing out their fur.
Why are they so pleased with themselves?
Tallpaw wondered. They lived in a forest, hiding like prey among the trees. No Clan lived like WindClan, on top of the whole world, close to the sky with their tails in the wind.

“Greenleaf has been kind to ThunderClan, too,” Pinestar meowed. “The woods are prey-rich. StarClan blesses us this moon.” His gaze darkened. “There have been dogs in the forest, but our patrols have driven them back into Twoleg territory.”

Stagleap leaned close to Tallpaw. “Perhaps I should offer to scent mark their borders for them,” he whispered. “That would scare the dogs away.”

“Hush,” Dawnstripe hissed. Stagleap sniffed and turned his gaze back to the Great Rock.

Hailstar had stepped forward. “The newleaf rains have fed the river, bringing more fish this greenleaf than RiverClan can eat.”

“Don't the other Clans ever go hungry?” Tallpaw whispered.

Cloudrunner's breath touched his ear. “That's what they want you to think,” he muttered. “No Clan would admit to hunger.” He nodded toward two burly ThunderClan warriors. “Look at the scars on their muzzles. They've hardly had time to heal.”

Tallpaw peered through the half-light. Cloudrunner was right. The warriors' noses carried the mark of fresh injuries.

“It looks like those dogs put up a fight before they were chased back to Twoleg territory,” Cloudrunner commented. “Pinestar didn't mention
that
.”

Heatherstar was taking her place at the front of the Great Rock. “Prey is running well on the moor. Stagleap, Doespring, and Ryestalk have become warriors. And we have a new apprentice.” Tallpaw froze as her gaze locked with his. “Tallpaw!” Heatherstar called proudly.

“Tallpaw!”

“Tallpaw!”

“Tallpaw!”

Around him cats raised their voices, calling his name. Tallpaw shrank beneath his fur. No one had warned him about this! Eyes glowed warmly as they fixed on him. Tallpaw tried to sit up straight, forcing his ears not to flatten as his name rang around the hollow.

He sagged with relief when they fell silent and Heatherstar spoke again. “The nursery is empty, though with StarClan's blessing, not for long. The long, warm days have brought health and full bellies to WindClan. Soon it will bring kits to make WindClan even stronger.” Tallpaw leaned forward, waiting for her to announce WindClan's greatest achievement: the tunnel leading to the gorge. But the WindClan leader stepped back, nodding to the other Clan leaders.

In the hollow, the cats stood up and began to move, breaking rank and clustering into groups.

“Is that it?” Tallpaw blinked up at the Great Rock. “Isn't Heatherstar going to mention the tunnel?”

Stagleap stared at him. “Why should she? It's just a tunnel. The other Clans wouldn't understand.”

“We never tell them about our tunnels.” Ryestalk flicked her tail.

Doespring stood up and shook out her pelt. “They'd think we'd turned into rabbits.”

Tallpaw narrowed his eyes. Surely news about the latest tunnel would just prove WindClan's strength? Why keep it a secret, if the aim of a Gathering was to make the other Clans think WindClan was as strong as they could possibly be?

Cloudrunner brushed past him. “The tunnels give us tactical advantage,” he murmured. “It's best we don't share news about them with the other Clans.”

Tallpaw turned and dipped his head to Hickorynose, hoping the old tunneler understood that
he
appreciated the tunnel. But Hickorynose was shouldering his way through the crowd, gaze low, heading for an empty slope where he stopped and sat apart from all the other cats.