Эрин Хантер - The Apprentice's Quest

When Alderpaw arrived at the medicine cats’ den the following morning, he saw that Leafpool had returned and was giving Cherryfall’s wound a good sniff. “That looks fine,” she told the ginger she-cat. “But you can tell Squirrelflight you’re off warrior duties for today. Go to your den and rest.”

Cherryfall dipped her head in thanks and brushed past Alderpaw on her way out of the den.

“Hi, Leafpool,” Alderpaw meowed. “How is Littlecloud?”

Leafpool straightened up. “Better,” she replied. “He just had a touch of whitecough. I’m still worried about him, though. He’s getting older, and there’s no cat in ShadowClan to help him.”

“Surely StarClan must have sent a sign to some cat,” Alderpaw murmured.

“Huh!” Jayfeather turned from where he was sorting herbs at the back of the den.

“ShadowClan cats are all so keen to be warriors that they might not pay any attention to signs.”

I know how they feel, Alderpaw told himself, even though he was becoming more comfortable in his new life.

“Anyway,” Leafpool mewed, “you’ll meet

Littlecloud and the other medicine cats tonight.

It’s time for the half-moon meeting at the Moonpool.”

Alderpaw stiffened. The medicine cats had all seemed so important when he had seen them at the Gathering, giving the prophecy to the Clans. What will I say to them? I don’t feel like I really belong with them.

At the same time, a tingle of excitement ran through his pelt. No cat besides the medicine cats knows what happens at their meetings.

“What will we do there?” he asked.

“You’ll find out,” Jayfeather told him.

“Now, what about doing some work? We’re almost out of catmint, since you took some over to ShadowClan,” he added, narrowing his eyes at Leafpool.

“Do you want me to collect some from the old Twoleg nest?” Alderpaw offered.

“No,” Jayfeather growled with a lash of his tail. “Moles have been digging through our herb patch. I bet they’ve made a real mess of it. Moles! ” he spat, digging his claws into the ground. “I’d strip the pelt off every last one of them.”

“Don’t get so worked up.” Leafpool brushed her tail along Jayfeather’s side. “We can replant the herbs.”

Jayfeather gave an ill-tempered grunt. “And meanwhile we’re short of catmint just when leaf-fall is coming and we’re likely to get more greencough. We’ll have to cross ShadowClan territory to get catmint from that Twoleg garden beside RiverClan.”

Alderpaw was surprised and a little disconcerted. “But you scolded Sparkpaw because she and Cherryfall and Sorrelstripe were going to those Twoleg nests,” he reminded Jayfeather.

It was Leafpool who replied. “Rules are different for medicine cats. Besides, any cat can cross territory if they stay within three fox-lengths of the lake.”

So Jayfeather just likes to be cranky, Alderpaw thought. I guess I knew that already.

“Anyway,” Leafpool went on briskly, “I’ve just spent time with ShadowClan, helping Littlecloud. They’re not going to bother me, are they? Alderpaw, you and I will go together.”

When Leafpool and Alderpaw crossed the stream at the ShadowClan border, there was a strong, fresh scent of ShadowClan cats. Before they had taken many paw steps along the lakeshore, a ShadowClan patrol emerged from the bushes above the beach.

“Tigerheart,” Leafpool mewed politely, dipping her head to the dark tabby tom who was in the lead. “How’s the prey running in ShadowClan?”

“Why do you want to know?” the tabby warrior challenged her. “You’re not hoping to steal some of it, are you?”

Alderpaw felt his neck fur bristling at the hostile tone, but Leafpool was unmoved. “You know better than that, Tigerheart,” she responded.

Tigerheart’s tail-tip twitched to and fro. “I know you’re always meddling in ShadowClan business,” he meowed. “Just like a ThunderClan cat.”

“Yeah, especially one related to Firestar,” one of the other ShadowClan cats put in: a hefty brown tom with a tuft of fur on the top of his head.

“Spikefur, I’m proud that Firestar was my father.” Leafpool’s tone was still calm.

Alderpaw was so riveted by this exchange, wondering if it was going to end in a fight, that he hadn’t paid much attention to the rest of the ShadowClan patrol. He jumped, startled, as one of them came up and nudged him. Turning, he recognized Needlepaw.

“Oh, it’s you,” he mewed, not sure if he was pleased to see her.

“Hi, Alderpaw.” Needlepaw gave him a friendly nod. “I thought I might be seeing you again soon. You’ve met Sleekpaw, and this other furball is Yarrowpaw.”

“Furball yourself!” the third apprentice growled.

“Okay, Leafpool.” Tigerheart took a pace back. Alderpaw had missed the next part of the conversation, but he was relieved that the ShadowClan tom sounded less hostile. “You can pass,” he went on. “But we’ll escort you to the edge of our territory.”

Leafpool dipped her head in acknowledgment. “Thank you.”

The whole patrol set off along the edge of the lake, with Leafpool and Tigerheart in the lead. The apprentices brought up the rear; Needlepaw padded along beside Alderpaw.

“Toms!” she muttered. “Always making trouble. Spikefur’s a real pain in the tail.” She hopped along on three paws while she used the fourth to ruffle up the fur on her head, and spoke in Spikefur’s lower tone. “‘Go and fetch me more moss, lowly apprentice! And catch me a blackbird while you’re at it.’”

Alderpaw stifled a snort of laughter. “You shouldn’t talk like that about your mentor.”

“He’s not my mentor, thank StarClan!”

Needlepaw meowed.

“I’m

Tawnypelt’s apprentice, but she’s helping reinforce the camp walls today, so I get to go out with Spikefur.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m so lucky !

Anyway,” she went on, “what are you doing here with Leafpool?”

“She’s my mentor now,” Alderpaw replied.

“We’re going to—”

“You’re a medicine -cat apprentice?”

Needlepaw’s eyes stretched wide with amazement. “You didn’t say that when we met before.”

“I wasn’t, then,” Alderpaw explained.

“Wow, that’s really cool!” Needlepaw sounded impressed. “You must get to learn lots of stuff.”

“Oh, yes, lots. Different kinds of herbs and what they’re used for, and how to stop wounds from bleeding…” For the first time Alderpaw found himself boasting, proud of his position as a

medicine-cat apprentice.

“Tonight

Leafpool is taking me to the Moonpool to meet with StarClan,” he finished.

“That’s awesome ,” Needlepaw breathed out.

“Do you have visions? Do you know anything special about the prophecy?”

Alderpaw shook his head. “I did have a sort of weird dream… ,” he began.

“Alderpaw!” Leafpool glanced back, and gestured with her tail for Alderpaw to come and walk beside her.

Embarrassed, Alderpaw realized he had almost gotten carried away and told Needlepaw stuff he wasn’t supposed to mention. For the rest of their journey across ShadowClan territory, he padded in silence beside his mentor.

At the far border, Tigerheart waved his tail toward Leafpool and Alderpaw. “You have permission to cross back to your own Clan,” he mewed loftily. “But don’t take too long about it.”

Like we’d want to hang around in your territory, Alderpaw thought.