Cloudmist looked nervously from water to forest. “Where does SkyClan live?”
Hawkwing, padding beside her, nodded to the halfbridge and the pine trees beyond. “Our land is there.”
Tree narrowed his eyes. “Last time I was here, warriors chased me off.”
“They won’t chase you off this time,” Hawkwing promised.
Cherrytail tasted the air as they neared the trees, her pelt suddenly rippling excitedly. “I can smell SkyClan scent!”
Fidgetpaw and Frecklewish lifted their noses, their eyes brightening as they smelled it too.
Gravelpaw glanced at his littermates. “It doesn’t smell like our scent,” he grunted.
“Yes it does,” Fringepaw argued. “It’s just a bit muskier, that’s all.”
Violetpaw flicked her tail happily. “Your scent will smell the same once you’ve eaten forest prey for a moon.”
Gravelpaw huffed. “I don’t want to smell different.”
Mintfur padded closer to her kit, brushing beside him. “Change can be hard,” she mewed sympathetically. “But you’ll be among Clanmates.”
“I was already among Clanmates at the gorge,” Gravelpaw grumbled.
Violetpaw fell in beside him. “Wait till you meet Twigpaw. She’s great. So is Finpaw. And Reedpaw and Dewpaw. They’re really nice.”
Behind them, Molewhisker halted. “I should leave you here.” He glanced toward the oak forest at the top of the shore. They were crossing ThunderClan territory.
Hawkwing faced the brown-and-cream tom. “Thank you for your help.” He dipped his head formally, then touched his muzzle to Molewhisker’s shoulder. “If you ever need help, SkyClan is in your debt.”
Molewhisker blinked at him warmly. “It’s been fun.” He glanced at Frecklewish. “And I’m always happy to help rescue a Clan cat from Twolegs.”
Frecklewish purred. She’d relished the journey more than anyone, running ahead to see what lay over the next rise and scrambling up hills to feel fresh wind in her fur. Clearly she was delighted to be free of her Twoleg prison.
Violetpaw blinked gratefully at Molewhisker as the ThunderClan tom headed toward the oaks. “Good-bye!” she called. “Thanks!”
He flicked his tail in reply before disappearing among the undergrowth.
Hawkwing picked up the pace as they neared the halfbridge, turning inland and heading toward the pines. Violetpaw’s heart quickened. How was Twigpaw? Had she missed them? She couldn’t wait to share her adventures with her sister.
As Hawkwing led the way up the short steep bank, Rabbitleap’s pelt began to prickle uneasily.
Violetpaw glanced at him. “Are you okay?”
Blossomheart wrinkled her nose. “Can you smell that?”
The patrol slowed behind Hawkwing as they padded into the pine forest.
Violetpaw tasted the air. What had spooked her Clanmates? A sour tang touched her tongue. “Is that ShadowClan scent?”
“Yes.” Hawkwing stopped and scanned the trees. His hackles lifted.
Rabbitleap stretched his muzzle to sniff a bramble.
Blossomheart padded forward and sniffed the ground. “It’s everywhere. And it’s fresh.”
Cloudmist’s eyes widened in alarm. “Are you sure we’re on SkyClan territory?”
“Of course.” Hawkwing’s fur was bristling. He padded forward.
Violetpaw unsheathed her claws. Had ShadowClan taken back their land while the patrol had been gone?
“Let’s check the camp,” Rabbitleap suggested.
With a nod, Hawkwing hurried past the brambles, onto the track that led to the cedar grove.
Violetpaw followed, her Clanmates bunched close around her. The ShadowClan smell strengthened as they neared the camp. Violetpaw’s mouth grew dry. Had ShadowClan driven SkyClan out? She tasted the air again, confused as she smelled recent SkyClan scents. The familiar smell rolled from the fern walls of the camp, visible now between the trees.
Hawkwing was frowning, clearly puzzled. Violetpaw pricked her ears for the sound of conflict, but as they neared the entrance, she heard the cheerful mew of Finpaw.
“We’re going to need lots more moss!”
“And ferns.” Twigpaw answered him.
“I’ll take Whorlpaw and Flowerpaw into the forest to collect some.” Finpaw sounded excited. “You stay here with Dewpaw and Snakepaw and finish the nests we’ve already started.”
Whorlpaw, Flowerpaw, and Snakepaw? Weren’t they ShadowClan apprentices? Why were they helping Twigpaw build nests?
She caught Rabbitleap’s eye. Her mentor looked bewildered. The stench of ShadowClan was so strong as they neared the camp entrance that Violetpaw closed her mouth. “What’s going on?”
As she spoke, Finpaw hurtled from the camp entrance, Whorlpaw and Flowerpaw at his tail. He skidded to a halt as he saw the patrol. His eyes widened in surprise, and then happiness. “You’re back!” His gaze flitted to the cats following Hawkwing and Blossomheart. “And you found our Clanmates!”
Hawkwing stared at Whorlpaw and Flowerpaw. “What’s going on here?”
Finpaw glanced at the ShadowClan apprentices. “Leafstar will explain.” He mewed quickly. “We need to fetch ferns and moss.” His gaze flickered over Gravelpaw, Fringepaw, Palepaw, and Nectarpaw. “It looks like the apprentices’ den is going to be very full!”
Without explaining, he hared away into the forest, Whorlpaw and Flowerpaw racing after him.
Violetpaw was pleased to see that his tail had healed and he seemed happy. But she didn’t understand why he was so excited to be collecting supplies with ShadowClan apprentices.
Hawkwing fluffed out his pelt. “Come on,” he growled. “Let’s find out what’s happened.” He marched into camp.
As Violetpaw followed him through the fern tunnel, she blinked in surprise. The half-built camp they had left had been transformed. The walls of the dens were neatly woven. Lichen and brambles padded the medicine den. Ferns had been cleared to leave a wide, open space around the stream.
And cats were everywhere. She stared at Sandynose and Plumwillow lazing in a patch of grass while Tinycloud rolled on her back beside them, letting Quailkit, Pigeonkit, and Sunnykit scramble over her belly. On the other side of camp, ShadowClan warriors were pushing pawfuls of moss through the entrance of the warriors’ den. Inside, Sparrowpelt was giving orders. “There’s enough space for five more nests, but I think we’ll have to build a second den if every cat’s going to stay warm through leaf-bare.”
Stonewing surveyed the bramble walls from outside. “There’s room here to extend the walls.” He glanced at the low branches of the cedar, hanging overhead. “This tree will make a natural roof.”
“We can fetch supplies from our old camp,” Grassheart meowed.
Hawkwing stared, his mouth open. “What in StarClan is going on here?”
At his mew, Leafstar nosed her way through the lichen that covered the entrance to her den in the hollow of the old cedar. Her eyes lit up as she saw the patrol. “You’re back!” Tail high, she scrambled down the twisted roots and hurried to meet her Clanmates. She wove between Cherrytail and Cloudmist, touching noses with Nettlesplash and Mintfur before stopping in front of Frecklewish. “You’re safe.” Eyes glistening, she pressed her cheek to the medicine cat’s.
Leafpool and Puddleshine padded from the medicine den and watched the returning cats curiously.
Tree backed away as Plumwillow and Sandynose leaped to their paws and bustled around their old Clanmates.
“How was the journey?”
“Are you well?”
They peppered them with questions while Fallowfern, Bellaleaf, and Sagenose hurried to join them.
Violetpaw looked past them to Twigpaw.