Эрин Хантер: Ravenpaw’s Farewell

“Barley! Ravenpaw!”

Ravenpaw looked around. The cry seemed to come from farther up the hedgerow. He crouched down and prowled along the edge of the field, mouth open to scent the air.

There were cats up ahead, definitely. Soft-furred, with a hint of kittypet…

“It’s us!” Two fluffed-up shapes sprang out of the hedge in front of Ravenpaw, one pale ginger and the other a dove-gray tabby.

Ravenpaw blinked in surprise. “Riley? Bella? What are you doing here?”

A taller shape emerged behind them. “They insisted on coming to see you,” Violet explained, sounding weary. “I hope you don’t mind.”

Barley bounded up to touch noses with his sister.

“Mind? Of course not! It’s great to see you!” He looked at Riley and Bella, who were sniffing a tall blade of grass. “But… weren’t there more of them last time?”

Violet’s eyes clouded. “Lulu and Patch have gone to a new home.” She blinked. “But we still see them sometimes, and they are very happy. At least I know they are together.”

Bella bounced up to Ravenpaw. She had grown a lot since their first meeting; her head was up to his shoulder.

She was taller than her brother, more angular, and her chin tapered to a point that suggested a strong will. Riley still had traces of his fluffy kit pelt, but he had broad shoulders and sturdy legs.

“Can we go to the farm?” Bella pleaded. “It’s taken ages to get here, and I want to catch a mouse!”

“I’m so hungry I could die!” Riley mewed.

“Of course you can come to our home,” Barley purred.

“You’re welcome to stay as long as you want. We have plenty of food, and warm places for you to sleep.”

Violet’s nostrils flared. “It’s all right; we won’t trouble you for more than a night. I don’t want our housefolk to worry about us too much.”

They headed to the barn, Riley and Bella racing ahead and stopping every time they saw something new. At the sight of their first cow, their eyes bugged out so much that Ravenpaw had to hide a laugh.

“It’s huge!” Bella gasped.

“Are you sure it’s friendly?” Riley whispered, gazing at the animal at the other side of the field.

“Well, it won’t want to talk to you,” meowed Ravenpaw.

“But I’m fairly certain they don’t eat cats. What do you think, Barley?”

The black-and-white tom pretended to ponder for a moment. “There was that one time you nearly got your tail bitten off… ,” he mewed.

“What?” Violet shrieked.

“That sounds amazing!” mewed Bella. “Tell us about it, Ravenpaw! Did you use your warrior moves to fight the cow?”

Violet looked flustered. “I’m sorry, they’re obsessed with stories about the Clans that used to live in the forest. One of the other kittypets talks about them—I think he met you once, actually. His name is Smudge. Black-and-white, thick fur?”

Ravenpaw nodded, memories pooling around him once more. “Yes, he was a friend of Firestar’s from before he joined ThunderClan.”

“We want to join ThunderClan too!” Riley announced.

“We’re really brave, and good at fighting, and I can creep so quietly that Bella doesn’t even know I’m there!”

“I do too!” Bella snorted. “You’re as loud as… as…”

A volley of barking split the air, making all the cats jump.

“As those dogs!” Bella declared.

Violet crouched down, ready to flee, but Barley rested his tail on her shoulder. “It’s all right; they’re tied up. They like the sound of their own voices, that’s all.”

The dogs continued to bark until a Twoleg hollered from inside the red stone den. Then they fell quiet.

“Come on, let’s show you the barn,” meowed Ravenpaw.

The kits were quiet and wide-eyed when they first entered the huge wooden den. Nearly all the hay was gone now, and the far end of the barn was thick with shadows.

Violet shuddered. “It’s a bit creepy.”

Barley purred. “Don’t worry; you’re safe with us. Those ferocious mice won’t attack you while we’re here.”

“Ferocious mice?” Bella echoed, looking delighted.

“Not really,” Ravenpaw meowed. “But they can be tough to catch sometimes. Would you like to watch me hunt?”

“Yes, please!” Riley and Bella mewed.

“I’ll show you our nest,” Barley told Violet. “You can rest there while Ravenpaw finds you something to eat.”

Ravenpaw led the kits to the back of the barn, where the shadows were so thick he could almost feel them pressing down on his fur. Both young cats did their best to tread quietly; Bella was very light on her paws, and Riley did better than Ravenpaw was expecting, given his bulkier frame. The scent of mice hung on the air. Ravenpaw picked out a trail that seemed fresh and followed it into a corner.

“Keep still,” he whispered to Riley and Bella as he crept forward. He dropped into a hunter’s crouch and stalked toward the tiny hole where the mouse scent was strongest.

His recently injured shoulder twinged, so he shifted his weight onto his other three legs. There was a tiny scrabble at the very edge of his hearing. A pointed nose appeared, whiskers twitching. Then the mouse shot out of the hole.

Ravenpaw pounced and killed the mouse with a bite to its neck. I thank StarClan for sending this prey, he thought.

“What did you say?” Riley called. He was standing on tiptoe, craning his neck to see if Ravenpaw had made the catch.

Ravenpaw straightened up with the mouse at his feet. He hadn’t realized he had spoken out loud. He couldn’t remember the last time he had thanked StarClan for prey.

“Nothing,” he meowed. “Would you like to carry it back?”

Bouncing with excitement, Riley and Bella dragged the mouse back to the pile of hay. Violet looked astonished.

“Did you catch that yourself?”

Bella let go of her end of the mouse. “No,” she panted.

“But we watched Ravenpaw do it! He was brilliant!”

“He hunts like a real warrior!” Riley declared. Ravenpaw purred with amusement. When had this kittypet ever seen a warrior hunt?

“Good catch,” Barley remarked.

“When I’m a warrior, I’m going to hunt just like Ravenpaw,” Bella vowed.

“Not this again, Bella.” Violet sighed. “There aren’t any warriors now, remember?” She glanced at Ravenpaw. “I know you used to be one, of course, but you aren’t anymore, right?”

Ravenpaw shook his head. “No, no, I’m not a warrior.”

Riley glared. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t be! You could train us, Ravenpaw! We’d work really hard, I promise!”

Bella nodded. “We’d do everything you said, practice all the battle tactics and the hunting moves. I wouldn’t even mind doing dawn patrols!”

Ravenpaw blinked. “Wow. Smudge has told you a lot.”

“Oh, yes,” mewed Riley. “He said we could be warriors just like Firestar.”

“Except that ThunderClan is gone,” Violet put in.

“Smudge has no right to encourage these silly daydreams. I don’t mind you practicing your hunting and fighting with each other, as long as no one gets hurt. But you’re going to find good homes and be kittypets, just like me, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

But there is! Ravenpaw found himself wanting to reply.

Why would any cat want to be a kittypet when they could live outside, hunting for themselves, keeping themselves safe, seeing so much more than the confines of a Twoleg den?

Barley was tugging pieces of loose hay into piles. “Come on, you should eat while the mouse is still warm. Then you can sleep here with us tonight.”

“We’ll leave at dawn,” Violet meowed firmly. “We need to get home before our housefolk think we’ve gone forever.”