Эрин Хантер - Veil Of Shadows

We don’t belong here, he thought, his gaze catching briefly on his father, Tree, who was sitting beside him. This place is only for medicine cats. He remembered the last time he had been allowed to visit the Moonpool, when the medicine cats had tried to break the ice in the hope of helping StarClan reach them. That didn’t feel right either, and it didn’t help us reconnect with StarClan.

Even the medicine cats were looking anxious, Rootpaw realized. The medicine cats from all the Clans were here, except for ShadowClan. While they waited for Puddleshine and Shadowsight to join them, the half-moon rose higher in the sky, and Rootpaw’s pelt tingled with mounting tension.

I just want to get on with it.

He and Tree had traveled to the Moonpool in the hope that they could make Bramblestar’s wandering spirit appear to the medicine cats at their usual half-moon meeting. If they could, then every medicine cat would know that the cat inside Bramblestar was not the real leader of ThunderClan. And that would mean ThunderClan shouldn’t follow his orders.

But it’s a big if, Rootpaw thought gloomily. He knew that some of the medicine cats weren’t happy allowing Tree to approach so close to the Moonpool. They couldn’t accept the strange talents he had inherited from his kin in the Sisters, or his disregard for the warrior code. But for once Rootpaw was comforted by his father’s presence. He hated to admit it, but the situation they were in now was bigger than the code.

“What’s keeping the ShadowClan cats?” Kestrelflight muttered, rising to his paws and pacing from the water’s edge to the bottom of the path and back again. “We’re wasting moonlight,” he added with a glance at the sky.

“They’ll be here in a minute,” said Tree. “We thought we heard a cat wailing in pain on the way here.”

“Who was it?” Alderheart asked anxiously.

Tree shrugged. “We never found any cat. We kept on looking for a while, but then Puddleshine figured that the injured cat must have been able to get back to the ThunderClan camp. Shadowsight had stayed behind to gather cobwebs, so Puddleshine went back for him while we came here.”

“I hope they haven’t run into trouble,” Alderheart responded. “We can’t start without them.”

Jayfeather let out a snort, the tip of his tail twitching irritably to and fro.

Before any other cat could speak, a rustling sound came from the bushes at the top of the hollow and Puddleshine appeared, pushing his way through the thorny branches and running lightly down the spiral path to join his fellow medicine cats.

“Sorry I’m late,” he panted. “I—”

“Where’s Shadowsight?” Rootpaw interrupted. He had felt relieved at the arrival of the ShadowClan medicine cat, until he realized that Puddleshine was alone.

Puddleshine gave him a blank look, then glanced around in confusion. “Isn’t he here?” he asked. “I thought he must have gotten ahead of me.”

“He’s not here,” Mothwing meowed.

Puddleshine hesitated, blinking worriedly. “I looked for him, but when I couldn’t find him, I thought he’d just decided to go on ahead.” The fur on his neck and shoulders began to bristle. “Where can he have gone?” he asked.

“You must have missed each other,” Mothwing meowed briskly. “We’ll give him a little longer.”

The other medicine cats murmured agreement, settling down again beside the Moonpool. Rootpaw could see their growing tension in their twitching whiskers and the impatient flicking of their tails. He felt even more strongly that he didn’t belong here.

As the moments dragged by, an aching hollow of anxiety opened up inside Rootpaw. Puddleshine, too, was still looking confused, as if he couldn’t imagine what was keeping Shadowsight.

Rootpaw’s worry mounted until he couldn’t bear it any longer. Shadowsight was the cat who had first spread the news that StarClan was angry with the codebreakers, but he’d since changed his mind and begun doubting his own vision. He has enemies now, throughout the Clans. . . . “Something bad must have happened!” he burst out. “We should go and look for Shadowsight.”

All the medicine cats turned to look at him with identical blank expressions on their faces. He was afraid that none of them would listen to an ordinary apprentice, but Frecklewish rose to her paws at once.

“Rootpaw is right,” she meowed. “Shadowsight wouldn’t keep us waiting like this if he had any choice.”

“He’d better not,” Jayfeather responded, a sarcastic edge to his voice. “If I find he’s run off to chase moths, I’ll claw his ears off!”

Puddleshine gave the blind cat a hard glare. “If Shadowsight has deliberately wasted our time, I’ll be the one to deal with him,” he snapped.

But Rootpaw could see from Puddleshine’s hunched shoulders and the droop of his tail that he was genuinely worried. He was the first cat to bound up the path and thrust his way through the bushes, while the rest of the medicine cats streamed after him. Rootpaw and Tree brought up the rear.

“So much for calling up Bramblestar’s spirit,” Tree murmured with an anxious twitch of his ears.

“This is more important,” Rootpaw insisted. He felt cold to the tips of his claws. Could an animal have attacked Shadowsight? Or worse—could another cat have attacked him? He shivered at the thought of a Clan cat attacking ShadowClan’s medicine cat. Would any cat really do that? It’s against the warrior code! “I’m sure something bad has happened to Shadowsight. We have to find him!”

The group of cats climbed down the rocky slope and hurried across the moor, following the WindClan border stream until they reached ThunderClan territory. Maybe we’ll meet him on his way to the Moonpool, Rootpaw thought hopefully. But there was no sign of Shadowsight by the time Puddleshine led them to the place where he had left the lakeshore and headed into the forest in search of the injured cat.

“This shouldn’t be difficult,” Mothwing mewed to Puddleshine. “Your scent is quite strong still, and so is Shadowsight’s. We only have to follow it.”

But not many fox-lengths into the forest, the scent trail led into a patch that smelled so strongly of catmint that the cats’ scent was swamped by it.

“Weird . . .” Puddleshine shook his head in bewilderment. “This is where we heard the cat yowling. I remember, because I thought mint didn’t grow in this part of the forest.”

“That’s because it doesn’t. This isn’t a catmint patch. Someone brought catmint plants here,” Alderheart pointed out, giving them a good sniff. “And the stems of the grass below are crushed.”

Rootpaw frowned, trying to work it out. “Maybe some cat—or even a fox—took prey here?”

“Or someone brought the catmint here to roll in it . . . and disguise his or her scent,” Alderheart suggested, looking serious.

“I’ve found your scent, Puddleshine,” Jayfeather reported from the far side of the catmint patch. “But not Shadowsight’s. It’s like he walked in here and never walked out again.”

“But why?” Rootpaw protested. “Why would Shadowsight try to disguise his scent?”

“Shadowsight! Shadowsight!” Puddleshine’s yowl shattered the silence of the forest, but there was no response.

“He can’t be close by, if he didn’t hear that,” Mothwing pointed out. “We should split up and look for him.”

Frecklewish nodded agreement. “We can organize another meeting at the Moonpool once he’s found,” she mewed.

But before any cat could move, Tree stepped into the middle of the group. “Wait,” he ordered; Rootpaw blinked in astonishment at the authority in his father’s voice. “Whatever happened to Shadowsight might be connected to what Rootpaw has to show us,” Tree went on. “You all promised to listen—will you keep your word?”