Эрин Хантер - Ravenpaw’s Farewell

“But we don’t want to go home,” whispered Bella.

“It’s your home, not ours,” Riley muttered. “We want to be warriors!”

Ravenpaw and Barley traveled as far as the Thunderpath with Violet and the kits. Riley and Bella dragged their paws, insisting on stopping to sniff every stalk of grass and every rabbit hole. “Come on, you two!” Violet meowed. “If you don’t hurry up, I’ll leave you behind!”

“I wish you would,” Riley muttered.

“Don’t say that,” Ravenpaw chided. “She’s your mother and she loves you very much. Of course she wants you to go home with her.”

The young tom fixed his clear blue gaze on Ravenpaw.

“There’s nothing wrong with being a kittypet. But Bella and I were born to be warriors. Please help us, Ravenpaw! You’re the only warrior left in the forest!”

“I’m not a warrior, and I don’t live in the forest,” Ravenpaw mewed. “My home is with Barley now.”

“But you could train us! We could start our own Clan!”

Bella pleaded.

Violet bounded over to them and licked the top of Bella’s head. “Stop pestering Ravenpaw. Look, we’ve reached the tunnel. We need to let Ravenpaw and Barley go home now.”

She ushered them away.

Bella glanced back at Ravenpaw. “Please!” she begged.

“Just think about it!”

Then she ducked into the tunnel and vanished behind her brother. Violet followed, her orange tail whisking out of sight.

“Think about what?” Barley mewed in Ravenpaw’s ear.

“Oh, nothing. Just their crazy idea about becoming warriors. They think I could train them.”

Barley let out a huff of amusement. “Ah, kits. Did we have such mouse-brained ideas at that age?”

“Well, I certainly wanted to be a warrior,” Ravenpaw commented.

“That’s different. You were born in ThunderClan.” Barley pushed his way through the hedge and waited for Ravenpaw to join him. “Should we hunt out here?” He sniffed the air. “I think it’s going to rain later.” Before Ravenpaw could reply, he bounded along the edge of the field, his black-and-white tail sticking up in the air.

Ravenpaw watched him, his head whirling. Was it really such a crazy idea, that he should train Riley and Bella to be warriors? His memories had never seemed more vivid than they were now. Returning to the ravine before leaf-bare had brought back so much of his former life: hunting techniques, the best way to tackle an enemy in battle, how to mark out a territory. And last night he had found himself thanking StarClan after catching that mouse. Were his warrior ancestors watching over him even now? Surely they would have followed the four Clans to their new home.

Ravenpaw shivered, suddenly feeling very alone. His Clanmates had vanished, and he wasn’t a warrior anymore.

Yet he remembered so much about hunting and fighting and going on patrol. He was happy with Barley—happier than he had ever been in the forest—but he didn’t regret being Clanborn for a moment. Who was he to tell Riley and Bella that they shouldn’t dream of becoming warriors?

Ravenpaw slept badly that night. His belly hurt, and he had only just dropped off when he was woken by an owl hooting. He wriggled deeper into the hay, burying his muzzle in Barley’s soft fur. But sleep seemed far out of reach, and instead his mind spun with thoughts of Riley and Bella.

From what he had seen, Ravenpaw thought that any Clan would be fortunate to have them. They were brave, quick, and eager to learn. He wished he could send them to ThunderClan, but he had no idea where his former

Clanmates were.

“You’re right,” breathed a voice in his ear. “They are too far away now.”

Ravenpaw sat bolt upright. “Who’s there?”

A sweet, slightly watery scent wreathed around him.

“Don’t be alarmed. It’s Silverstream.”

“Silverstream?” Ravenpaw whipped his head around. A

silver tabby she-cat sat beside him, her tail curled neatly over her paws. Her blue eyes gleamed in the half-light.

“From RiverClan?”

“Yes, a long time ago,” came the reply.

Ravenpaw glanced down at Barley. He was still sleeping, his flank rising and falling evenly.

“You are dreaming. We won’t disturb him.”

Ravenpaw strained to see the she-cat more clearly, but her pelt shimmered against the hay behind her, and he felt that if he tried to touch her, his paw would slip right through.

“Why are you in my dream?” he asked.

“Because StarClan has not forgotten you. Not all of us left the forest. I have been watching you with Riley and Bella, and I can see that they would make good warriors. But they need your help, Ravenpaw.”

“You really think so?”

The she-cat blinked at him, her eyes like shining blue moons. “Of course. You changed the course of your life once. There is no better cat to help Riley and Bella follow their hearts. Every cat deserves to choose their own path.”

“But what can I do? There are no Clans left in the forest.”

Silverstream paused and stared into the shadows at the edge of the barn. “There is another Clan close by. Do you remember Firestar telling you about it?”

“SkyClan!” Ravenpaw nodded. “He and Sandstorm went there after the battle with BloodClan. But I don’t know where it is, only that they followed the river past Highstones. I don’t even know if SkyClan has survived this long.”

“They have survived, and they can help these young cats find their destiny. Go with them, Ravenpaw. Show them that they can become warriors.”

“What if SkyClan doesn’t want any more warriors?”

Ravenpaw argued. “What if we get lost? I’m not the right cat for something like this.”

“A true warrior will do anything for his Clanmates.”

Silverstream was growing fainter now, little more than a wash of glittering light against the shadows.

“I’m not a warrior!” Ravenpaw protested. But it was too late. Silverstream had vanished.

Barley stirred. “Wha’s wrong?” he mumbled.

“Go back to sleep,” Ravenpaw whispered, stroking his paw along Barley’s flank. “All is well.” He lay down and closed his eyes. “I am not a warrior,” he repeated under his breath.

The newleaf sun was so strong the following morning that the barn felt hot and stuffy. The cats made their way outside to a sheltered spot on top of a stack of logs. Barley stretched out flat on his side, the tip of his tail twitching as a fly buzzed around him.

Ravenpaw couldn’t settle. His mind was too full of his dream, of Riley and Bella, of the possibility of finding SkyClan somewhere upriver.

“Stop fidgeting!” Barley grunted. “Or go do something useful and fetch me a thrush. I’m bored of eating mice.”

Ravenpaw ran his paw over a piece of bark. “I want to take Riley and Bella to SkyClan.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Do you remember me telling you about the Clan that Firestar and Sandstorm found upriver? It was driven out of the forest a long time ago, but StarClan sent them to restore it and teach the cats how to live like warriors again.”

“SkyClan. I remember.”

“Well, I think that’s Riley’s and Bella’s best chance of becoming warriors.”

Barley sat up. “But you’ve never been to SkyClan.”

“I know where it is,” Ravenpaw argued. “Roughly. And there’s something else about SkyClan. Firestar told me that they have warriors who are also kittypets, who spend half their time in a Twolegplace. Don’t you think that might make them more welcoming to Riley and Bella?”