“We don’t know.” Thunder remembered the urgent tone in Storm’s mew. Why were the spirit cats rushing them? Did they know something they weren’t sharing?
“Thunder!” Tall Shadow’s call shook him from his thoughts. “Help me clear this patch.”
He bounded over to her and began to widen the circle she’d made by scraping away snow until soil showed beneath. He was still not exactly sure what she was doing.
When the patch was three tail-lengths wide, Tall Shadow traced a loop in the clear earth with a deft flick of her paw. Then another and another until there were three circles marked on the ground.
She lifted her muzzle. “Each cat must take a stone from the pile Gray Wing and Jagged Peak have made and place it in the circle that marks the place they wish to live.”
Shattered Ice padded forward. “Which circle is which?”
Lightning Tail padded past him, carrying one of the heather branches he’d brought back to camp in his jaws. He dropped it and tugged off a brown sprig from the tip, then placed it in one of the circles.
Then he put two more in the next so that the circles were clearly marked.
Tall Shadow nodded curtly. “Thank you, Lightning Tail.” She addressed the cats once more. “The circle with no heather is Clear Sky’s camp. The circle with one sprig is the pine forest. Two sprigs means the moor.”
Dappled Pelt swished her tail. “What about the river?”
Lightning Tail blinked at her. “That’s River Ripple’s territory.”
Gray Wing turned from the rock, his paws filthy from digging. “River Ripple must be included in our plans. The spirit cats chose to share with him as well as us.”
“Okay.” Tall Shadow drew a fourth circle on the earth.
Lightning Tail dropped three sprigs of heather into it.
Thunder tipped his head to one side. “What about the fifth petal?” If River Ripple was right, the spirit cats wanted them to separate into five groups.
Gray Wing nosed past Jagged Peak and stopped at the edge of the patch of earth. “There’s Wind Runner’s group.”
When the sickness had reached the camp and killed one of her kits, Wind Runner and Gorse Fur had taken their kits—Moth Flight and Dust Muzzle—away from the hollow to make their own camp on the moor. There, Slate—a friendly rogue she-cat—had joined them.
Tall Shadow glanced around at her campmates. “Should I trace a circle for Wind Runner’s group?”
“Of course,” Shattered Ice meowed. “She’s one of the five petals.”
“No.” Gray Wing shook his head. “She left for a reason,” he reminded them. “She won’t want any of us joining her.”
Pebble Heart glanced toward the camp entrance. “Perhaps someone should get her. She should be part of this.”
“One day she will be,” Gray Wing told him gently. “But for now, she thinks she is doing the right thing for her kits by keeping to herself, and we should respect that.”
Tall Shadow nodded. “Gray Wing’s right. Wind Runner was always independent. She’ll make her own decisions in her own time.” She leaned closer to the patch of soil. “Four circles will have to be enough.”
Mud Paws dipped his head. Mouse Ear nodded gravely. Cloud Spots sat down and wrapped his tail over his paws.
Sparrow Fur wove excitedly between Pebble Heart and Owl Eyes. “Can we choose wherever we want?” she asked.
“Of course,” Gray Wing answered. “Turtle Tail told me we must each follow our hearts.”
Thunder felt his tail tremble. Storm had told him that too. But where does my heart lie? He glanced across the clearing, aching suddenly with sorrow as he remembered playing kit games with Lightning Tail and Acorn Fur while Hawk Swoop watched fondly from her nest in the long grass.
Could he really leave here?
Clear Sky pushed past Jagged Peak. “Our hearts belong together!” His eyes glittered wildly.
Thunder felt a tug of pity for his father. Clear Sky was pleading for the cats to join him. I’ve never seen him so desperate!
Shattered Ice snorted. “Do you expect us to believe you?” He glared at Clear Sky. “Your heart has only ever led you toward power! You just want to be the only leader.”
Thunder flinched as he saw his father shrink away.
Despair clouded Clear Sky’s gaze. “Do what you want,” he muttered. He slunk to the rock and crouched beside it.
Jagged Peak nudged the pile of pebbles with a paw. “Let’s start.”
Tall Shadow ducked and grabbed the first stone between her jaws. She dropped it into the circle with one heather sprig.
The pine forest. Thunder wasn’t surprised. He knew that was where her heart longed to be.
Jagged Peak dropped a second stone beside it.
Thunder stared at him. “You too?”
Jagged Peak didn’t answer him. He was gazing at Holly, a question in his eyes.
She padded forward. Eagle Feather, Storm Pelt, and Dew Nose watched as she took a stone and placed it beside Jagged Peak’s. She lifted her head and blinked slowly at her mate. “The pines will protect our kits from the weather.”
Jagged Peak purred and wove around her.
Eagle Feather scrambled toward them, kicking up snow. “But I like the moor!”
Holly bent and licked his ears as he reached her. “You’ll like the pine forest too,” she promised.
“There’ll be good hunting and lots of places to play hide-and-seek.”
Clear Sky grunted beside the rock and tucked his paws tighter beneath him.
Thunder tried not to notice his father’s disapproval. He glanced at the other cats. Who would choose next? His paws felt rooted to the earth. Should he follow Jagged Peak and Tall Shadow?
Staying with the cats he knew best might be the wisest path.
He watched Gray Wing take a stone and place it beside Holly’s.
You too? Thunder shivered at the thought of the dark pines. He could never live in shadow, with the sharp scent of pinesap tainting every piece of prey. He watched, his heart growing heavier as Pebble Heart, Mud Paws, and Mouse Ear dropped their stones beside Gray Wing’s. Was every cat going to the pine forest?
He felt Dappled Pelt brush past as she padded to get a stone and watched, holding his breath, as she dropped it in the river circle.
Clear Sky leaped to his paws. “You’re a cat, not a fish!”
Dappled Pelt blinked at him calmly. “We are choosing where we want,” she meowed firmly.
Clear Sky frowned and sat down.
Thunder ignored his father’s outburst. Choosing where to live felt hard enough already. His paws pricked as he stared at Dappled Pelt’s stone. He should have felt relieved. He wasn’t the only cat who didn’t want to spend his life wading through pine needles. But watching his group split sent unease rippling beneath his pelt.
Shattered Ice followed Dappled Pelt, choosing the river. Then Lightning Tail took his turn.
Thunder watched, his chest tightening. He’d shared a nest with Lightning Tail as a kit. The young tom and his sister, Acorn Fur, were like littermates to him.
Grasping a stone between his jaws, Lightning Tail padded toward the open patch of soil. He glanced at Thunder.
Was that a question in his friend’s gaze?
Thunder looked away. I can’t help you decide. You must follow your own heart.
Lightning Tail dropped his stone into Clear Sky’s circle.
Clear Sky’s ears pricked with interest.
Of course Lightning Tail chose the forest! Thunder was surprised he hadn’t guessed. Acorn Fur had already moved there, and with Hawk Swoop and Jackdaw’s Cry dead, he had no other kin.
Next, Sparrow Fur padded to the pile of stones and took one. Keeping her gaze low, she dropped it in Clear Sky’s circle.