Эрин Хантер - Dark River

“Come on!” Berrypaw urged.

Lionpaw felt his denmate’s breath on his heels, hurrying him forward. Clutching tightly with his claws, he scrambled along the tree.

“There’s no need to rush.” Brackenfur’s warning mew sounded a tail-length behind them. But Berrypaw kept pressing up behind Lionpaw.

“Stop hanging arou—”

The apprentice’s mew suddenly turned to a yelp. Lionpaw glanced back to see him sliding off the trunk, his cream pelt plummeting toward the black water.

Brackenfur lunged forward and grasped Berrypaw by the scruff. Berrypaw jerked and dangled, his paws churning the air, the tip of his thick, cream tail rippling the surface of the lake.

“Hold still,” Brackenfur grunted through clenched teeth.

Muscles straining beneath his pelt, the golden warrior heaved Berrypaw up onto the trunk. “I told you not to rush!”

Lionpaw blinked. Thank StarClan it wasn’t me! He turned and padded the rest of the way, glad that Berrypaw wasn’t still trying to shove past him. The fresh scent of RiverClan drifted from the shore; their patrol must have been heading down to the lake. Lionpaw scanned the edge of the water but saw no sign of them.

“Is everyone ready?” Firestar called as he, Berrypaw, Brackenfur, and finally Ashfur jumped down onto the beach.

The cats nodded. Firestar signaled with his tail, and the party began to head into the trees.

Lionpaw watched Hollypaw’s black pelt disappear into the bracken. His paws tingled with excitement as he prepared to spring after her. But Jaypaw wasn’t moving. He was just staring into the trees. Is he nervous?

“It’s only bracken,” Lionpaw reassured him. “Just push through. The clearing’s not far.” He rested his tail on Jaypaw’s flank and felt his brother’s muscles, strong and lean, beneath his pelt.

“Come on, you two!” Hollypaw came crashing back through the bracken. “Why are you dawdling?”

“Just planning our entrance.” Jaypaw flicked his tail and padded forward.

The brittle fronds of bracken scratched Lionpaw’s nose as he followed his littermates toward the clearing, but he could feel soft baby fern leaves curled under his paws. New leaves for newleaf.

“ShadowClan and WindClan are waiting in the clearing,” Hollypaw called over her shoulder. “But RiverClan haven’t arrived yet.”

“They’re on their way,” Lionpaw mewed. “I smelled them from the tree-bridge.”

Jaypaw lifted his nose. “You’re right.” His whiskers twitched. “But there’s something odd…”

Lionpaw opened his mouth and tasted the fresh scent of RiverClan again. It seemed the same as usual to him.

“Probably just been eating too much fish,” he guessed.

“Let’s make sure we beat them.” Hollypaw urged them through the bracken and out onto the edge of the clearing.

As they emerged into the open, Jaypaw stiffened. “Are there always so many cats?” he whispered.

Lionpaw gazed at the warriors, apprentices, and medicine cat who crowded the clearing. It looked like an ordinary Gathering to him. Was Heatherpaw here?

“Hey! Kittypet!”

Whitetail, a WindClan she-cat, was rushing toward Millie.

Whitetail’s apprentice, Breezepaw, hurried after her, ears flattened. Lionpaw unsheathed his claws, ready to defend his Clanmate.

“Hi, Millie!” Whitetail rubbed muzzles with Millie and twined her tail with hers as if they were old friends.

Lionpaw let his claws slide back in.

“Do they know each other?” Hollypaw gasped.

Lionpaw shrugged.

Breezepaw stared wide-eyed as his mentor stepped away from Millie and blinked warmly at her. “Thanks for the rabbit you gave us at the contest,” she purred. “You share like a Clan cat.”

Millie dipped her head. “It was a day for sharing,” she meowed.

“It looks like the contest did some good after all,” Hollypaw whispered to Lionpaw.

But another WindClan warrior, Tornear, was staring at Millie through narrowed eyes. He clearly didn’t like the sight of his denmate talking with a kittypet. Russetfur was watching, too, pelt bristling as she leaned forward to whisper something into a Clanmate’s ear.

Breezepaw didn’t say anything, just padded away from his mentor and pushed his way through the busy clearing. Berrypaw and Hazelpaw were chatting with a crowd of ShadowClan and WindClan apprentices. As Breezepaw joined them, Lionpaw’s pelt bristled with expectation. Was Heatherpaw’s pale tabby fur anywhere among the jumble of pelts?

He couldn’t see her.

“What are you so disappointed about?” Jaypaw asked.

Lionpaw stared at him. “D-disappointed?” Jaypaw always had an uncanny way of guessing what he was feeling. “I’m not disappointed!”

“A mouse on the moor could have heard your tail hit the ground,” Jaypaw mewed.

“I was hoping to see someone,” Lionpaw admitted.

Hollypaw flicked her ears anxiously. “Heatherpaw?”

“Well, you want to see Willowpaw!” he retorted, his fur bristling at her accusing tone.

“It’s not the same.”

“Yes, it is!” Lionpaw protested. “We’re just friends.” As he spoke, he smelled a warmly familiar scent. Heatherpaw was racing across the clearing toward him.

“Lionpaw! You’re here!”

He felt his heart skip, then glanced nervously at Jaypaw.

Was he listening to his heartbeat, too? As though burying prey ready to taste later, Lionpaw pushed his excitement away. “Hello, Heatherpaw,” he mewed coolly.

“You don’t sound very pleased to see me.” The WindClan cat’s ears twitched. “I’ve been on my best behavior all moon so that Crowfeather couldn’t possibly leave me behind.”

Lionpaw felt a flash of guilt about his lack of enthusiasm.

Then anger pricked his paws. Why should he feel guilty? She was just a friend . “I’m glad you made it,” he mewed.

Hollypaw stepped in front of him and lightly brushed muzzles with Heatherpaw. “StarClan have given us fine weather again,” she mewed politely.

“You brought your brother!” Heatherpaw’s eyes shone as she noticed Jaypaw. Jealousy ran like cold water along Lionpaw’s spine. He wished she hadn’t been around to watch Jaypaw rescue him from the collapsed badger set.

He was almost grateful when Jaypaw snapped at her hotly, “Nobody brought me! I came with my Clan!”

“Of course,” Heatherpaw mewed at once. “I’m sorry. I know you can travel by yourself. It’s just—”

“Jaypaw!” Leafpool’s call rescued Heatherpaw from her flustered apology. “Come and join us!” She was sitting with Barkface and Mothwing.

Lionpaw watched Jaypaw weave his way over to the other medicine cats. “Take no notice of Jaypaw,” he mewed to Heatherpaw. “He’s as grumpy as a badger.”

“Who’s grumpy?”

Lionpaw jerked around to see who had spoken. His heart plummeted when he saw Breezepaw padding toward them.

“You’re not going to waste your time chatting to these two, are you?” The black-pelted WindClan apprentice sat down beside Heatherpaw. “Ivypaw and Owlpaw have just challenged Berrypaw to a competition to see who can jump the highest.”

He licked a forepaw and drew it over his ear.

“Why don’t you go and watch it, then?” Heatherpaw replied.

“Why don’t you come with me?” A challenging glint sparked in Breezepaw’s eye.

Lionpaw heard the ferns rustling and smelled a familiar tang. “RiverClan is here,” he mewed.

Hollypaw stretched up on tiptoe beside him to watch RiverClan file into the clearing.

Something seemed wrong. Their tails were down and their ears were flat back. Jaypaw’s words buzzed in Lionpaw’s ears. There’s something odd…