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Water cascaded beyond the cave mouth. A gray tom watched it tumble past. It muffled the d and softened the jagged peaks beyond, before disappearing far below into a rainbow of spray. Cats moved behind him, hardly more than shadows in the dappled light of their cavern. Longing misted the gray toms eyes. Twisting back his ears, he listened to their murmuring. Stones in my nest An elder croaked irritably. Always stones in my nest. Ill pick them out. Tiny paws skipped across the cave. Come back, Jay Frost, a queen called anxiously. Your pads are too soft for sharp stones. Theyll need to toughen up sooner or later, the elder muttered. The gray tom turned, his sleek pelt pricking. Try it, Misty Water. An old ginger tom was nosing a scrawny mouse toward a dull-pelted she-cat.
Misty Water peered at the prey from her nest in the dimpled caver>n floor. Give it to a younger cat. She nodded toward Jay Frost as he picked grit from the elders nest. You must eat, Lions Roar persisted. Its the last piece of prey, the she-cat protested. But the hunting party will be back soon. They may have found more, a brown tom called from where he was sharing tongues with a white she-cat at the edge of the cavern. The gray cat pricked his ears happily. Twisted Branch Snow Hare He padded toward the two cats, rearing in surprise as four kits charged across his path. No rough play Their mother hurried after them. Dewy Leaf. The gray tom blinked at the queen. You kitted safely Im so glad. A purr rumbled in his throat for a moment, then fell quiet. If Moon Shadow had stayed to see his kits, he might still be alive now, he murmured.
Gray g A cracked mew made him turn. An ancient she-cat was padding from the shadows at the back of the cave. Stoneteller Gray g hurried toward her. You can see me Of course. She stretched her muzzle to greet him. We share the same dream. He touched his nose to hers, surprised at how cold it was. Hed lived on the moor for so many moons now that hed forgotten how the bone-chilling cold of the mountains never entirely loosened its grip. He glanced around the cave at his old tribe mates. Can they see us We can see out of the dream, Stoneteller told him. They cant see in. Gray g blinked. Am I here, or dreaming in my nest on the moor Both. Amusement lit up Stonetellers eyes so that, for a moment, they looked as bright as a kits. For now, all that matters is here. Gray g stiffened as he saw the speckled pelt of a gray she-cat. Quiet Rain.
His chest tightened as he recognized his mother curled in her sleeping hollow. Her soft eyes clouded as she followed the rippling light playing on the cave walls. Is she okay he asked Stoneteller. Shes fine, Stoneteller assured him. I wish I could tell her we survived the journey, that Clear Sky is well—Jagged Peak, too, despite his injury. She was so worried about us, setting out—even though she told us it was the right thing to do. Ill let her know, Stoneteller promised. Gray g hardly heard her.
Jagged Peak and Clear Sky are well. It was only half true, and that knowledge brought sorrow that stabbed like an icicle at his heart. Should he confess that Jagged Peak was lame now, his hind leg crippled by a fall from a tree I swore Id protect him. And what about Clear Sky Gray gs littermate might be safe, but he was so changed that Quiet Rain would hardly recognize her firstborn son. They had found the prey-rich land they had hoped for, but the cats that had traveled through the mountains as one had split into two groups when they reached the warm fields and forests of their new home. Clear Sky had taken possession of the woods with a few of his old tribe mates. It pained Gray g to admit it, even to himself, but his brother had become brutal in guarding his share of the plentiful prey. Shame warmed Gray gs pelt.
I failed them—and my mother. He felt Stoneteller trying to catch his eye, but could not meet her gaze. Its not your fault, Gray g. She swung her muzzle toward her skinny tribe mates. Having little makes cats share. She touched her nose to his shoulder softly. Having much makes us greedy. Gray g lifted his head sharply. Did she know what he was thinking Clear Sky had once been his closest friend. Now they faced each other like rivals. Ive lived long. Stoneteller tipped her head. I must warn you: greed is only the beginning.
Her eyes darkened. There will be war. Gray g swallowed. With Clear Sky Dont be scared, Stoneteller soothed. Gray g lifted his head. Im not scared But his heart quickened. How can I fight my own brother Remember the cats who love and trust you, Stoneteller murmured. You and Clear Sky may be divided, but you still have Jagged Peak. Warmth filled Gray gs chest as he remembered his younger brothers courage and loyalty. And Turtle Tail Stonetellers eyes rounded with curiosity. How is she Shes happy. A loving purr choked Gray gs mew. You recognized the strength of her love at last. Stonetellers eyes shone. Im glad. Gray g shifted his paws. He could picture Turtle Tail now, sleeping beside him as he walked in his dreams. Pebble Heart, Owl Eyes, and Sparrow Fur would be curled at her belly, still kits but grog each day.
Though they were the offspring of a kittypet, he loved them as his own and they loved him, as much as Turtle Tail loved him. A pang jabbed his heart. He missed them all, even though he knew that his pelt was touching theirs, far away on the moor. How As his mind began to cloud with confusion, he tugged his thoughts back to the cave. For now, this is all that matters. He turned wistfully toward Stoneteller, but she was staring toward the waterfall, faint moonlight dappling her face. She closed her eyes. Why have you come here Did I choose this dream Unease flickered beneath Gray gs pelt. Something had drawn him deep into memories. But what Sudden guilt hollowed his belly.
Since they had reached the moors, the tribe cats had seen so much death. Gray g stiffened as he instinctively thought of Fox, the rogue who had died at his own paws, killed accidentally as theyd fought over boundaries. We brought death with us. You brought change, Stoneteller soothed. But must all change be born in blood I only ever intended for my friends to be safe. We are all born in blood, Stoneteller murmured. But it marks the beginning, not the end. The beginning Was there more blood to come Mist rolled through the cave entrance, swallog the Tribe, enfolding Stoneteller until he could no longer see her. Stoneteller The thick haze swamped his cry. Dont go Grief tightened his throat.
He didnt want to lose his old friends again. I have faith in you, Gray g. Stonetellers mew echoed through the shrouding haze. Always. Fog filled Gray gs eyes and clogged his throat. He struggled for breath as it reached into his chest, dizziness muddling his thoughts until the darkness claimed him. image CHAPTER 1 image Clear Sky narrowed his eyes. He could see Thunders bright ginger pelt threading through the ferns.
His son was climbing the slope to the moor, leaving the forest with Frost. I suppose thats what he must do. Clear Sky tried to ignore the regret gnag in his belly. Above him, a soft breeze whispered through the leaves. Warm sunshine dappled his pelt. Behind him, the gnarled trunks of ancient trees creaked. Musty scents pooled at his paws where leaf litter lay thick on the ground. This was his territory. If Thunder didnt want to live here, then he could leave. Frost had to leave, but Thunder had chosen to. Frost was wounded—an injury that was not healing and might grow bad. An infected cat couldnt stay in the camp. His weakness would burden the forest tribe.
Doesnt Thunder understand that he thought, clag the earth with frustration. Why did so few cats understand him All he wanted to do was protect his cats in the forest—that was all hed ever wanted to do, since setting up home here. But his own son had called him a monster for caring. Well, he must leave, then. I t have my authority undermined. If Clear Sky kept telling himself this, maybe the pain in his belly would fade
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