Tallstar's Revenge (4 page)

Heatherstar flicked her tail. “Larksplash, share your speed and sharp eyes with Ryepaw so that she too may become a warrior worthy of WindClan.” The WindClan leader turned to Doekit. “Doepaw,” she meowed. “Your mentor will be Aspenfall.”

Aspenfall pricked his ears, blinking, as though surprised.

Doepaw's pale brown pelt pricked excitedly. She puffed out her chest as Aspenfall crossed the hollow to greet her. “Aspenfall,” Heatherstar meowed. “Share your courage and strength with Doepaw.” Aspenfall dipped his head and touched his nose to Doepaw's ear.

Behind them, Stagkit gazed at his Clanmates.

He must be trying to guess who his mentor will be.
Tallkit held his breath, as excited as if it were his own apprentice ceremony.

“It looks like poor old Stagkit gets Woollytail,” Shrewkit muttered.

“Stagpaw,” Heatherstar began, “your mentor will be Cloudrunner.”

Shrewkit gasped.
“Cloudrunner?”

“He's not a tunneler,” Barkkit breathed.

Tallkit felt a flash of relief for his former denmate.
Stagpaw won't have to train underground!
Then guilt pricked him. He should be feeling sorry that Stagpaw would never be the noblest of warriors.

Heatherstar went on. “Cloudrunner, share your hunting skill and agility with your apprentice so he may feed his Clans for many moons to come.”

Yowls of approval rose from the moor runners.

“Stagpaw!”

“Ryepaw!”

“Doepaw!”

On the rim of the hollow, Mistmouse and Hareflight twined their tails together, their eyes shining with pride.

“Cloudrunner?”
Woollytail's mew rose above the cheers. Confusion clouded his yellow gaze.

Hickorynose narrowed his eyes. “Why wasn't an apprentice given to a tunneler?” he demanded.

“What's going on?” A mew sounded from the camp entrance. A gray she-cat stared at her Clanmates. Her pelt was dusted with soil.

Mistmouse turned. “Hi, Plumclaw.” She shifted her paws uneasily as she faced her tunneling denmate. “I'm afraid you missed the naming ceremony.”

“Did Woollytail get his apprentice?” The she-cat's gaze flashed with hope.

Woollytail shook his head. “They're training as moor runners.”

“All of them?” Plumclaw's eyes widened.

Heatherstar stepped forward. “Aspenfall, Cloudrunner, and Larksplash are going to mentor Mistmouse's kits.”

Plumclaw stared at Mistmouse. “Don't you want
any
of them to follow in your paw steps?”

Mistmouse dropped her gaze. Hareflight pressed close to his mate. “We've decided that we want them all to be moor runners.”

“Tunneling is dangerous work,” Mistmouse pointed out. “Our kits are good runners, like their father. They'll be better hunting the moors than the tunnels.”

Hickorynose took a step forward, his fur bristling. “But we need more tunneler apprentices.”

Behind him, Sandgorse swished his tail. “At least we'll have Tallkit in a few moons.”

Tallkit's belly tightened.

“Lucky little Wormkit,” Shrewkit teased.

Tallkit glared at him. “Shut up!”

Heatherstar padded toward the tunnelers. “I know you're disappointed, but Mistmouse and Hareflight want their kits to train as moor runners.”

Hickorynose met her gaze. “The Clan needs tunnelers as well, Heatherstar.”

“I understand your disappointment,” Heatherstar answered softly. “But Leafshine's death is still fresh in our memories.”

Tallkit had heard Palebird and Brackenwing talking about the tunneler killed by the same cave-in that had crippled Lilywhisker.

“I had to respect Mistmouse and Hareflight's wishes,” the WindClan leader continued.

Hickorynose dipped his head. “I guess.”

Heatherstar went on. “When newleaf comes and the earth is drier, the tunnels will be safer and better for training.”

Woollytail pushed past Hickorynose. “Why didn't you warn us we weren't getting an apprentice?”

Reedfeather took a pace forward. “Would you have accepted it any more easily if we had?”

Plumclaw called from the top of the hollow. “We would have known that you still respected us!”

Heatherstar lifted her chin. “Of course WindClan respects its tunnelers,” she insisted. “When leaf-bare brings endless moons of snow, our tunnelers always bring us prey. We value your skills, and we want to help you keep them alive through future moons.”

A growl rumbled in Woollytail's throat. “How, when you give us no apprentices to train?”

“You will have more apprentices eventually.” Heatherstar flicked her tail. “For now, the ceremony is over.” She turned to Cloudrunner. “Show your apprentices their territory.” She dipped her head to Aspenfall and Larksplash. “Train them well.”

Tallkit felt a flicker of unease as Cloudrunner hopped out of the hollow and led Stagpaw to the camp entrance. Larksplash, Aspenfall, Ryepaw, and Doepaw bounded after them.
How would the tunnelers get more apprentices
? Tallkit wondered. Shrewkit and Barkkit would be moor runners. Was Tallkit going to have to keep the tunnelers' skills alive all by himself?

Barkkit pressed close to him. “Sandgorse will make sure that Heatherstar chooses a tunneler mentor when it's your naming ceremony.”

“Yeah.” Tallkit tried to sound enthusiastic. Did he really want to spend the rest of his moons digging holes and heaving rocks?

“Redclaw, Appledawn, Hareflight!” Reedfeather called to the moor runners. “The prey heap is low. We must hunt.”

Redclaw's nose twitched. “Rabbit will be easy to scent in this weather.”

Appledawn sprang out of the hollow and headed for the entrance, her pale cream pelt rosy in the low sunshine.

Hareflight raced after her. “Let's hunt the high outcrops.”

Tallkit watched the muscles ripple beneath Hareflight's pelt as the pale brown tom reached the camp entrance in three easy bounds. Longing pricked his belly.
I want to race on the moors. I want to be pulled by the wind, and chase rabbits beneath the big, blue sky.
Would he ever feel the same way about running through tunnels in the dark?

C
HAPTER
3

Thick snow smothered the high-moor, but
in the camp's sheltered dip, the heather and grass was tinged green with the promise of newleaf. Tallkit could feel the prick of fresh stems beneath his paws as he skimmed across the tussocks. Barkkit fled ahead of him, tail whipping as he plunged down into the Meeting Hollow.

Tallkit reached the edge and leaped, sailing fast and high before landing skillfully and racing on without missing a paw step. Barkkit charged ahead, kicking sand in his wake. Excitement pulsed through Tallkit's paws as he gained ground on his denmate.
He's two moons older and I'm still faster!
Tallkit pushed harder as Barkkit reached the far slope of the hollow and scrambled out.

Tallkit jumped easily up the slope, clearing it as Barkkit dived for cover beneath the thick gorse beyond. He slowed to a halt, stopping a whisker from the barrage of thorns. Pelt twitching, he paced along the edge of gorse, swishing his tail. “I know you're in there, mouse! I'm going to pull your tail!”

“Never!” Barkkit purred.

“Come out and face me, rabbit-heart!”

“Come and get me, buzzard-face!” The gorse rattled as Barkkit scrabbled deeper.

Tallkit ducked and peered under the branches. “I'm coming!”

A paw pressed on his tail. “Going tunneling, Wormkit?” Shrewkit snorted.

Tallkit spun around, bristling. “Will you drop the dumb name?” He squared his shoulders.

“But it suits you.” Shrewkit's eyes gleamed. “You're going to spend your life burrowing underground.”

“Ignore him, Tallkit!” Barkkit called from under the gorse. “Let's finish our game.”

Tallkit held Shrewkit's gaze. “Why don't you join us?” Playing was better than arguing.

“I'm too old for kits' games.”

Tallkit prickled with frustration. “Then why don't you go hunting with Redclaw?” He leaned closer. “Oh, I forgot! You're too young to leave camp.”

The gorse trembled as Barkkit pushed his way out. “Stop acting like a 'paw, Shrewkit. You've got three moons left before you get your apprentice name.”

Shrewkit puffed out his fur. “I don't see why I have to wait. I'm nearly as big as Doepaw.”

“No kit can be apprenticed before six moons,” Tallkit reminded him. “Don't you know the warrior code?”

Shrewkit flicked his tail. “Do
tunnelers
have a code?”

Tallkit flexed his claws. “We're warriors too!” he snapped. “We train to hunt and fight like moor runners. We just have
extra
skills.”

“Do you mean digging?” Shrewkit sneered. “
Rabbits
can dig. It's not such a great skill.”

“Yes, it is!” Tallkit felt a rush of fury. “Sandgorse is helping to build a tunnel right down to the bottom of the gorge. No rabbit could do that. No rabbit would even think of it.” He fluffed out his pelt, hoping his anger would hide the fear that was pricking through his fur at the thought of squeezing down such a long, long tunnel.

“Tunnels are a waste of time,” Shrewkit scoffed. “They're only good for hiding in.”

“No, they're not!” How dare Shrewkit suggest that tunnelers were cowards? Being underground was far scarier than running around the moor. “The new tunnel means an extra prey run
and
a secret route in and out of our territory if we ever need it.”

“Real warriors don't need secret routes. They stay in the open and
fight
.”

Tallkit lashed his tail. “Tunnelers can fight underground!”

“I'm just saying I'm glad I don't have to be a tunneler's apprentice. Don't tell me you're looking forward to spending your life in the dark.”

“I'm proud to follow in Sandgorse's paw steps.” Tallkit shifted his paws guiltily.
I just wish I wasn't dreading it.

Barkkit nosed his way between them. “I don't know why you're arguing,” he mewed. “It's okay to want different things. If we all wanted to be moor runners we'd be just the same as ThunderClan or ShadowClan or RiverClan. But we're not; we're WindClan, and we can fight and hunt
and
tunnel.”

Tallkit swallowed his frustration. Barkkit was right. WindClan cats were special and it was mouse-brained to stand around arguing about it. Whipping his tail, he turned and stomped away. Sharp pain stabbed his paw. “Ow!” He lifted it, hopping. His pad stung like fury.

Barkkit bounded over. “What's wrong?”

“I stepped on something sharp.” Tallkit held out his paw.

Barkkit crouched and peered at the pad. Gently he tipped it up to get a better look. “It's a gorse thorn,” he mewed.

Tallkit glanced nervously toward the medicine den. “Should I ask Hawkheart to get it out?” If Hawkheart was busy, he wouldn't want to be disturbed—especially by buzzard prey.

“No need.” Leaning close, Barkkit pressed his muzzle to Tallkit's pad. Tallkit felt his denmate's breath warm on his paw; then there was a sharp tug and the pain melted away. Barkkit sat up. A long thorn stuck from between his teeth. Blood glistened on the tip. He spat it out. “Lick your paw really hard,” he ordered. “That'll stop it from going bad.”

Tallkit lifted his paw and examined the pad. A spot of blood was welling where Barkkit had removed the thorn. He lapped it, amazed at how quickly the pain had disappeared. The blood tasted salty on his tongue. “Thanks, Barkkit.” He looked at his friend. “How did you know what to do?”

Barkkit shrugged. “It was obvious.”

Shrewkit rolled his eyes. “Brilliant,” he snorted. “That's
really
going to help catch rabbits or fight invaders.”

Barkkit tipped his head on one side. “There's more to life than hunting and fighting.”

“Is there?” Shrewkit blinked in surprise. “Don't tell me you want to be a
tunneler
?”

“That's not what I said,” Barkkit mewed.

“Another digger!” Shrewkit turned his tail on his brother. He clearly wasn't listening. “That's just what WindClan needs.”

Barkkit watched his brother march away.

Tallkit narrowed his eyes, confused. “Don't you want to be a moor runner, Barkkit?”

“No. I want to train as a medicine cat,” Barkkit confessed.

Tallkit stared at him. “Really?”

“I'm going to ask Heatherstar if I can be apprenticed to Hawkheart.”

“Hawkheart?” Tallkit echoed in astonishment.
I'd rather train as a tunneler.
“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” Barkkit's eyes shone. “I can't wait to learn about all the herbs, and how to treat different injuries.”

“I can't imagine Hawkheart with an apprentice.”

“Do you think he'll refuse to train me?” Worry clouded Barkkit's gaze. “Maybe that's why he's never had an apprentice before.”

“No one's been brave enough to volunteer,” Tallkit muttered. He purred. “He'll probably be impressed by your courage.”

“Hawkheart's okay.” Barkkit's anxious gaze slid toward the medicine den. “He just doesn't like being asked rabbit-brained questions, that's all.”

“Then how will you learn anything?” Tallkit pointed out.

“I'll watch what he does and only ask questions when I'm sure I don't understand.”

Tallkit blinked, surprised by how determined Barkkit sounded. He must have been planning this for ages. Sadness pricked his chest. “We'll never train together.”

“You're training as a tunneler anyway,” Barkkit reminded him.

“I'll have to learn to hunt and fight, and you would have learned basic tunnel skills.” Tallkit glanced at Shrewkit, who was following Stagpaw from the prey heap. “Now I'm stuck with
him
.”

“Ignore his teasing,” Barkkit urged. “If you don't react, he'll get bored and back off.”

“I guess.” Tallkit wasn't convinced. “Let's go see if Lilywhisker needs help hunting fleas.” He turned toward the elders' den.

“I'll catch up,” Barkkit mewed. “I want to ask Heatherstar about becoming Hawkheart's apprentice.”

As Barkkit headed for Heatherstar's den, Tallkit padded toward the thick gorse at the far end of the clearing. Flamepelt was outside the den, propped against a low hummock while Lilywhisker sat beside him, carefully grooming her lifeless leg.

Doepaw and Ryepaw were crouching in the grass beside them, eyes fixed on Flamepelt. The elder was midstory. “I took a right fork in the tunnel,” he rasped. “It was darker than the inside of a rock but I could hear the rabbit a few tail-lengths ahead. It was running fast, leaving a trail of fear-scent so strong even a moor runner could follow it.”

“Isn't tunnel hunting easy?” Doepaw interrupted. “There's only one way for the prey to run.”

Flamepelt met her gaze. “You think it's easy to run full pelt in stone-black darkness?”

As Doepaw's eyes widened, Whiteberry padded from the gorse den. His snowy pelt glowed in the sunshine. “You've only got your ears, nose, and whiskers to guide you,” he explained. “One wrong paw step and you could hit a wall.”

Flamepelt leaned forward. “A dead end gives a different echo from a passage. An experienced tunneler can hear whether an underpath will open out or get narrower just by the way the air ruffles his ear-fur.”

Lilywhisker lifted her muzzle. “I used to be able to hear a cavern halfway across the moor, just by the echo of my paw steps,” she boasted.

Whiteberry lay beside her and stretched sleepily. “I could scent prey through a tail-length of soil.”

Tallkit blinked. One day he'd learn all of these skills. He knew he should feel excited, but he could only picture darkness and mud. He shivered as though he were already belowground.

Flamepelt returned to his story. “The rabbit was well under ShadowClan territory.”

“And you followed it?” Ryepaw gasped. “But it was ShadowClan prey once it'd crossed the border!”

“Tunnels belong to WindClan,” Flamepelt rasped.

Tallkit padded closer. “How did you know it was ShadowClan territory when you were underground?”

“The soil smells of pinesap,” Flamepelt told him briskly, then pressed on. “The rabbit kept running. I was closing on it fast. Then I heard paw steps on the forest floor above. I was close to the surface.”

Doepaw's tail twitched. “Could they tell you were there?”

Whiteberry cut in with a snort. “No overgrounder can smell through earth.”

“But they might have heard my paw steps.” Flamepelt lowered his voice. “If they mistook me for a rabbit, they might start digging. I couldn't risk them discovering the tunnels. So I froze.” Flamepelt paused. “I could hear the rabbit racing away, and there was fresh air wafting down the tunnel. The prey was heading for an opening. I just had to hope that the ShadowClan patrol wouldn't spot it and chase it back underground.”

“Did they?” Ryepaw asked breathlessly.

“The ShadowClan paw steps suddenly broke into a run,” Flamepelt told her. “I heard their calls:
Rabbit! Rabbit!
” His gaze widened, flicking from Doepaw and Ryepaw to Tallkit.

The fur on Tallkit's spine lifted. “What happened?”

“Earth showered around me as they pounded overhead. I had to think fast. If they found the opening and chased the rabbit back down, they'd find me and discover the tunnel. I had to block it.”

“Block it?” Ryepaw squeaked. “How?”

“I had to cause a cave-in!” Flamepelt announced. “The soil was light and soft. If I could loosen enough to block the tunnel without bringing the whole roof down, I'd be safe.”

Tallkit's heart began to pound. “What if the whole roof had collapsed?” His chest tightened.

“I'd have drowned in soil,” Flamepelt breathed.

“No!” Ryepaw's mew was barely a whisper.

“I could hear ShadowClan voices at the end of the tunnel, then the rabbit's paws thumping closer. Stronger steps were on its tail. The patrol was heading straight toward me.” Flamepelt reached up with a forepaw. “I began scraping at the soil above my head. Claws out, I dug as hard and as fast as I could. The paw steps were thundering nearer, echoing against the walls of the tunnel. Another few moments and they'd smell me. A few moments after that, they'd crash right into me. I clawed at the roof with both paws until I heard the earth groaning. I stuck my paws in for a final pull and the roof showered down. I leaped back just in time as the whole tunnel gave way in front of me. Beyond the wall of soil, I heard the squeal of the rabbit as the ShadowClan patrol caught up with it.”