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Gray g gently blocked her way. Their claws are sharp enough to cling on, he promised. Pebble Heart, Sparrow Fur, and Owl Eyes were still small but they were already as strong as young rabbits. The bramble rocked under their weight, making the flowery stems tremble on Rainswept Flowers spine. The she-cat padded clear. How can we even think of fighting she fretted. We have kits to raise. We should be hunting, not arguing over borders. Jagged Peak limped forward. His hind leg, injured in a fall from a tree, scraped the sandy earth behind him. If Clear Sky wants to waste time creating borders, let him. Gorse Fur frowned, the spiky fur on his forehead rippling. But hes killing cats to do it. Gray g turned on his old friend, anger flaring. We dont know that. Turtle Tails ears flattened. He killed Bumble. And Misty Shattered Ice spoke up. His gray-and-white pelt rippled. Gray g shifted paws uneasily. No one saw him kill Misty. We smelled Clear Skys scent on her body when we found her. Gorse Fur glanced at d Runner for confirmation. The two cats had discovered the rogues dead body while out hunting. d Runner nodded solemnly. Its true. But he took in Mistys kits, Gray g pointed out hopefully. A killer wouldnt show such kindness. Turtle Tail hissed. Guilty conscience d Runner narrowed her eyes. He wouldnt have to take them in if he hadnt killed their mother. Gray gs thoughts began to whirl. How could Clear Sky be a murderer He gazed at the moor cats. Anger sparked in their eyes. The rage in Turtle Tails worried him most. I cant let this argument over Clear Sky drive us apart. He blinked at Cloud Spots. The tom seemed relaxed despite the accusations flying across the clearing; his black fur was unruffled, his gaze calm. What do you think Gray g appealed to him. Cloud Spots was smart enough to know how to heal sickness and injury with herbs. Perhaps he knew how to heal this rift opening among the moor cats. I think there is no prey on the prey heap. He nodded toward the empty patch of earth beside the flat rock jutting at the edge of the clearing. The moor cats had begun storing their prey there, where shadow protected it from the putrefying warmth of the midday sun. The kits will be hungry soon and so will we. He glanced around at the other cats. And empty bellies never soothed frayed tempers. Gray g felt a wave of gratitude for the toms common sense. Full bellies would calm them all. Jackdaws Cry. He nodded to the young black tom. Will you go with Shattered Ice and Gorse Fur and bring back prey Prey Sparrow Fur was scrambling down the bramble stem. Is it time to eat As she popped her head through the trailing branches, Turtle Tail padded toward her. Soon, dear. Shattered Ice is going hunting. Gray g looked hopefully at the green-eyed tom. Okay Shattered Ice nodded.


Ill go with them, Hawk Swoop announced. Jackdaws Cry was already heading for the gap in the heather that led onto the moorside, and she hurried after him. Gorse Fur followed, Shattered Ice falling in behind. d Runner paced around Gray g. We still havent decided what to do about Clear Sky. Gray g felt a flash of irritation. d Runner had only joined the group recently. Who was she to insist they make decisions about a cat who had come all the way from the mountains with them Turtle Tail shooed Sparrow Fur back beneath the brush and turned toward Gray g. Whats your plan Tall Shadow padded closer, stopping a muzzle-length from Gray g. You agreed that some cat has to stop Clear Sky, before more damage is done. Gray g blinked. After hed confronted Clear Sky over Bumbles deadly injuries, hed asked Tall Shadow for advice. He trusted Tall Shadow to know what to do. The strong, black she-cat had led them from the mountains, confident in her ability to guide her tribe mates safely to their new home. Gray g had been unnerved when her confidence had ebbed away after their arrival on the moor. He could hardly believe it when shed asked him to take over as leader. But with the death of her brother, Moon Shadow, her old energy seemed to have returned. Faced with Clear Skys hostility, Gray g had been so unsure about what to do that hed offered to pass the leadership back to her, but she had refused. Instead, theyd agreed to work together and, with the help of d Runner—a cat more courageous and intelligent than Gray g had imagined a rogue could ever be—theyd agreed to face this problem together. He stiffened his shoulders. If Clear Skys moving boundaries we need to know where hell expand next. Tall Shadow tipped her head. How d Runners ears twitched. We could send spies. Too dangerous. Gray g traced an arc in the sandy earth with a claw. d Runner and Tall Shadow hopped backward to give him room. Turtle Tail paced a wide circle, her gaze curious. This is where the forest ends, Gray g explained. He traced a fresh line with his paw, expanding the arc out in a bulge. You found Misty here, right He pointed to the fresh line, and then traced another bulge. And Bumble here. Tall Shadow was nodding. The two bulges stuck out like ears on a cat. This space— Gray g scuffed the earth between and drew a fresh arc farther out with a sweep of his paw. This area will probably be his next target. d Runners eyes lit. Until hes pushed his boundary clear to the edge of the moorslope. Gray g nodded. If hes determined to take more territory, he might use the same strategy again and again, until—Gray g traced two more bulges from the fresh arc, then scuffed the earth between—hes pushed right up— Thunder Rainswept Flowers mew interrupted him.
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