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Leafpaw shifted uneasily in a poolof moonlight and listened to the soft sighing of the wind in the oaks at Fourtrees. She and Cinderpelt were on their way to meet with the other medicine cats at Mothermouth, and already the half-moon was high in the sky. “They’re late,” Cinderpelt meowed. “We’re wasting moonlight.” Littlecloud, the ShadowClan medicine cat, settled himself more comfortably in a hollow in the grass. “They’ll be along soon.” Cinderpelt’s tail-tip twitched3. “We need all the time we have at the Moonstone, especially tonight. We have to find out what we should do about the Twolegs.” Leafpaw tried to curb4 her own impatience5 with the RiverClan medicine cats, who should have met them long before now. Perhaps sharing tongues with StarClan wasn’t so important to them, when their own territory hadn’t been invaded by the Twoleg monsters. Everything was quiet now; the Twoleg monsters slept at night, but Leafpaw knew they were still there, squatting6 on the scarred ground among the trees they hadn’t destroyed yet. The silence in the forest was unnatural7, without the small sounds of prey8 that always seemed louder at night. Her belly9 rumbled10 at the thought of prey. Cinderpelt had given her traveling herbs to quell11 her appetite before they set out, but they didn’t help her hunger when she couldn’t remember the last time she had been full-fed. All the Clan2 cats were suffering; lack of food had begun to weaken them so that they couldn’t run as fast and catch what prey there was. With leaf-bare looming12 ever closer, crisping the leaves and sending them spiraling to the ground in the chill breeze, Leafpaw couldn’t see what help StarClan might give. To her embarrassment13, her belly rumbled again, loud enough for the others to hear. Littlecloud shot her a sympathetic glance. “Blackstar has sent warriors15 to fetch rats and crow-food from Carrionplace,” he told Cinderpelt. His eyes darkened. “We haven’t had any sickness yet, but it’s only a matter of time.” “I hope you remember the herbs and berries I gave you when you were ill,” Cinderpelt meowed. “I’ve been collecting them. I know I’ll need them soon.” “And tell your Clan not to touch any crow-food,” Cinderpelt advised. “Fresh rats might be okay, but not carrion16.” Littlecloud sighed. “I’ve tried, but what can I do when Blackstar gives the orders? Most of our cats are too hungry to care what they’re eating.” Just then Leafpaw caught sight of Mudfur, the RiverClan medicine cat, and his apprentice17, Mothwing, climbing the slope from the river. She leaped to her paws, delighted to see her friend again, though she could not suppress a pang18 of envy that Mothwing looked so well fed, her long golden fur sleek20 with good health. “At last!” Cinderpelt growled21 as the two cats came up. “I was beginning to think a fish must have jumped out of the river and swallowed you.” “Well, we’re here now.” Mudfur hardly paused for greetings, but led the way around the top of the hollow toward the WindClan border. Cinderpelt and Littlecloud followed, while Leafpaw and Mothwing brought up the rear, side by side. “I got into trouble about that fishing lesson,” Leafpaw whispered. “I knew I should not have eaten your prey.” “Your leader’s got no right!” Mothwing meowed indignantly. “We’re medicine cats.” “Still, we shouldn’t have done it,” Leafpaw replied. “Medicine cats have to stick to the warrior14 code as much as any cat.” Mothwing just snorted. “I think I’m getting on really well,” she mewed after a moment. “Mudfur taught me the herbs to use for greencough and blackcough, and the best way to get thorns out of pads. He said he’d never seen a cat do it so neatly22.” “That’s great!” Leafpaw purred. She didn’t mind her friend boasting because she knew how insecure Mothwing felt. Because she was the daughter of a rogue23, many of her own Clan thought that she should never have been allowed to train as a medicine cat. Mothwing was desperate to prove them wrong. As they approached the WindClan border, Leafpaw felt a twinge of nervousness. It was not long since the confrontation24 with WindClan, and she knew that their warriors would still be hostile. They seemed determined25 to keep their starvation a secret, even though it was horribly obvious from their scrawny frames and dull eyes. Would they be desperate enough to attack medicine cats if they found them on their territory? She said nothing; Firestar would be furious if she gossiped with Mothwing about that fateful encounter. None of the medicine cats paused as they crossed the border. They hurried on, their pace set by Cinderpelt’s limping gait. Coming to the top of a gentle rise, Leafpaw found herself looking down on the worst scene yet of Twoleg devastation26. The scar on WindClan’s territory was much longer and wider now than when she and Sorreltail had first seen it. A couple of Twoleg monsters squatted27 there, moonlight glinting off their shiny pelts28. If a hill got in their way they just gorged29 a path through it, leaving earth piled high on either side. Were they going to devour30 the whole moor31? Shuddering32, Leafpaw bounded on behind her mentor33. Not far from the WindClan camp, Barkface, the WindClan medicine cat, emerged from behind a gorse bush. Even though Leafpaw had been prepared for him to look hungry, it was a shock to see how thin he was—barely more than a walking skeleton covered by his ragged34 pelt1. Cinderpelt went up and touched noses with him sympathetically. “StarClan be with you, Barkface,” she mewed. “And with all my Clan.” Barkface heaved a great sigh. “Sometimes I think StarClan wants every one of us to join them, and not even a kit35 left to keep the warrior code alive.” “Perhaps they will show us what to do when we share dreams at the Moonstone,” Cinderpelt tried to encourage him. “It’s getting worse for WindClan.” Mothwing’s amber36 eyes were wide as she murmured the words to Leafpaw. “They’ve been stealing fish from the river again, you know. Hawkfrost caught a couple of them, and chased them off.” “They have to find prey somewhere.” Leafpaw knew that what the WindClan warriors were doing was wrong, but she couldn’t blame them. Not when the river was full of fish, enough to feed all the Clans37. Fleetingly38, she realized that Firestar was right—the Twolegs were destroying the forest, but in doing so they were also destroying the invisible boundaries between the Clans as well. Maybe the cats would survive only by joining together after all. Mothwing paused to scent39 the air. “Hang on, I can smell rabbit—at least, I think it’s rabbit; it smells funny somehow. Yes, look, over there!” She gestured with her tail at a dip in the moorland where a small stream chattered40 over stones. Lying beside it was a small, brown-furred body. “It’s dead,” Leafpaw pointed41 out. Mothwing shrugged42. “So it’s crow-food. I imagine WindClan can’t afford to be too fussy43. Hey, Barkface!” she called. “Look what I found.” She bounded down the slope toward the rabbit. “Stop!” Barkface commanded. “Don’t touch it!” Mothwing skidded44 to a halt beside the limp bundle of fur and looked back up the slope. “What’s the matter?” Barkface padded down to join her, followed by Leafpaw and the other medicine cats. Warily45 he approached the rabbit and sniffed46 it. Leafpaw sniffed too, and recognized the harsh tang she had picked up when she and Sorreltail had visited WindClan territory. Her stomach churned and she swallowed to stop herself from gagging. Whatever had happened to this rabbit, it wasn’t fit for food. “Yes, I thought so,” Barkface murmured, his eyes clouding. “There’s that scent again. . . .” Facing the other cats, he explained quietly, “Twolegs have done something bad to the rabbits in the territory. They all die. And if cats eat them, they die too. We have lost half our elders and nearly all of our apprentices47.” There was a horrified48 silence. Compassion49 lanced through Leafpaw. Tallstar had said nothing of this when he confronted Firestar; the proud WindClan leader would rather let other Clans think his cats could not catch prey in their territory, than that their own fresh-kill was killing50 them, one by one. “And you couldn’t help them?” Mudfur asked. “Do you think I didn’t try?” Barkface sounded desperate. “I gave them yarrow to make them sick, just as we do for deathberries. Two of the strongest pulled through, but most of them died.” His claws tore up the grass in front of him; his eyes burned with grief and frustration51. “What hope is there for us when even our prey can kill us?” Cinderpelt limped up to him and pressed her muzzle52 against his side. “Let’s go on,” she murmured. “We’ll ask StarClan for guidance about this as well as everything else.” “Shouldn’t we bury the rabbit?” Leafpaw suggested as the cats began to climb the slope again. “In case some other cat finds it?” 深入探索 儿童文学 选购畅销商品 Barkface shook his head. “There’s no point. No WindClan cat would touch it now.” His lips stretched in a wry53 snarl54. “We know better than to trust fresh-kill from inside our own borders.” Head bowed, tail drooping55, he plodded56 on across the moor toward Highstones. 深入探索 儿童文学 选购畅销商品 Leafpaw blinked in the silver light from the Moonstone, letting it soothe57 her until she felt like a fish sinking into deep water. Here in the cavern58, far below Highstones, it was easy to believe that StarClan ruled everything, and the troubles of the world above were too far away to matter. But medicine cats came to the Moonstone only so that they could learn the wisdom of StarClan and take it back to help their Clans. In these dark days, they needed that wisdom more than ever. 深入探索 选购畅销商品 儿童文学 The other medicine cats were lying with her around the stone. Mothwing was next to her; the RiverClan cat’s eyes were wide with wonder as she gazed at the shimmering59 crystal surface. Trying to focus her thoughts, Leafpaw pushed away the questions that nagged60 her about Mothwing and her aggressive brother, Hawkfrost. Mothwing had a right to be here; StarClan itself had approved her with a moth’s wing left at the entrance to Mudfur’s den19 before she had finally been accepted as a medicine cat apprentice. 深入探索 选购畅销商品 儿童文学 With a quick plea to StarClan for guidance, Leafpaw closed her eyes and pressed her nose against the stone. Cold instantly seized her like a claw, the hard surface of the cave floor vanished from beneath her, and she felt as though she were floating in darkness. 深入探索 儿童文学 选购畅销商品 Squirrelpaw! Squirrelpaw, can you hear me?she called silently. She was desperate to make sure that her sister was still alive and safe, and more than that: If the chosen cats had discovered the answer to the trouble that had come upon the forest, then seeking out Squirrelpaw might give her some hope that she could share with the others. 深入探索 儿童文学 选购畅销商品 But tonight something seemed to be blocking her thoughts. The silence was broken by the sound of rushing water, loud as thunder, and then the darkness shifted to show her a waterfall, crashing endlessly down into a pool below. Before Leafpaw could properly understand what she was seeing, clouds swirled61 over it. Out of them came a terrible snarling62, and she caught a glimpse of sharp fangs63. She sensed the presence of warrior ancestors and reached out for the comforting presence of StarClan. But she caught only a flickering64 vision of lean, prowling cats, their fur streaked65 with mud and blood. Their eyes glared with desperation, as if they stared at some terrible sight that was hidden from Leafpaw. She thought she cried out to them, but they did not answer, and she was not even sure that they were aware of her.

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