His belly churning with grief and guilt, Firestar padded over to him. “I’m sorry, Rainfur,” he murmured. “If you hadn’t joined SkyClan, you would still be alive.”
“It was my decision.” Rainfur gazed at him with clear eyes.
“Now I’ll always be part of a Clan, and have a place among the stars. The warrior code is worth dying for.” He hesitated briefly and then added, “How are Petalnose and the kits?”
“They grieve for you,” Firestar replied. “But they’ll always have the support of their Clan.”
“I know. I trust SkyClan to look after them.” Rainfur dipped his head again, and Firestar felt as though he had been forgiven.
The ranks of cats rose to their paws and sprang up into the sky, setting each star to shine more brightly. Their voices mounted high and tingling to the glittering swathe of Silverpelt. “Leafstar! Leafstar!”
“Leafstar!” Firestar and Echosong joined in to welcome the new leader of SkyClan. “Leafstar!”
The light around him grew so dazzling that Firestar had to squeeze his eyes shut. The voices died away, and when he opened his eyes he was crouching on the surface of the Skyrock, with Leafstar and Echosong beside him. The half-moon still shone in a frosty sky.
Leafstar rose to her paws, staggered to find her balance, and let out a long breath. “Thank you, Firestar,” she meowed.
“I never imagined…” She blinked rapidly, while Echosong brushed her pelt against her flank and pressed her muzzle into the new leader’s shoulder.
“You know you mustn’t speak of this to any cat?” Firestar warned her.
Leafstar stared at him. “How could I? There are no words…” Shaking her head, she went on. “I understand now.
And I promise that I’ll be a strong and loyal leader to my Clan, until it’s my turn to walk among the stars with my ancestors.”
She paused for a moment, then gave her pelt a shake. “Let’s go down. My Clan will be waiting for me.”
Chapter 36
“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Rockpile for a Clan meeting!”
Leafstar’s voice rang out over the camp as she summoned her Clanmates for the first time. Her body was outlined against a pale blue sky; the day after her leadership ceremony had dawned clear and cold, but now the sun was taking the chill off the rocks and sparkling on the surface of the river.
Leafstar waited patiently as her Clan gathered around the foot of the Rockpile.
Firestar had discussed this meeting with her, making sure that she knew what she had to do, but she hadn’t told him all the decisions she would make. Whatever they were, he hoped she would have the support of her Clan.
By now they all knew that Leafstar was their new leader; Firestar could see excitement in their pricked ears and shining eyes. Clovertail’s kits were bouncing all over the place, getting under every cat’s paws, until Bouncekit slipped on a damp stone; Sharpclaw grabbed him by the scruff just in time to save him from a dunking in the river.
“Now stay with your mother,” the ginger tom mewed sternly. “Is that any way for an apprentice to behave?”
Instantly all three kits lined up at Clovertail’s side, sitting up straight while their mother gave them a quick grooming.
Petalnose and her two kits came to join them; Sagekit and Mintkit eyed the older litter enviously.
“We want to be apprentices,” Mintkit mewed to his mother.
“Yes, why can’t we?” Sagekit asked.
“You’re not old enough,” Rockkit retorted in such lofty tones that Firestar exchanged a glance with Sandstorm, sitting beside him, and saw amusement glimmering in her green eyes. “You’ll have to wait for moons before that happens.”
Cherrypaw and Sparrowpaw emerged from their den and padded down the trail to sit together near the fresh-kill pile.
Patchfoot joined them, and last of all Echosong appeared from the Whispering Cave, leaped lightly across the Rockpile behind Leafstar, and came to sit with Firestar.
“Cats of SkyClan,” Leafstar began when every cat was settled and gazing expectantly up at her, “my first duty as leader is to appoint a deputy.” She took a deep breath. “I speak these words before the spirits of my ancestors, that they may hear and approve my choice. Sharpclaw will be the new deputy of SkyClan.”
Firestar saw a look of pride spread over the ginger tom’s face, along with a touch of uncertainty that was quite unlike him. The warrior rose to his paws, dipping his head to Leafstar. “Thank you,” he meowed. “I shall be honored to serve you and our Clan.”
Firestar flashed another glance at Sandstorm, feeling very relieved. Sharpclaw had pushed hard for the post of leader when he hadn’t completely understood the full meaning of the warrior code. He could have made Leafstar’s life difficult if he had refused to accept her authority. But his fiery courage and fighting skills would balance well with Leafstar’s more thoughtful personality. And one day, when he had lived enough moons by the warrior code, he would make a good leader.
“Echosong.” Leafstar beckoned with her tail, and the tabby she-cat rose from her place beside Firestar and padded forward to stand at the foot of the Rockpile. “Our warrior ancestors have chosen you to be our medicine cat. Now I give the care of SkyClan into your keeping. We trust you to use your skills for healing and to interpret the signs that the spirits of our ancestors will send us.”
A secret look passed between the two she-cats. Firestar guessed they were remembering their extraordinary experiences of the night before.
Echosong bowed her head. “I promise I’ll do my best, Leafstar.”
“Echosong! Echosong!” The Clan welcomed her by yowling her name; the young medicine cat ducked her head in embarrassment and went back to sit by Firestar.
“My next task is one of the most important that a leader can perform,” Leafstar went on. “The making of new warriors.” She beckoned Cherrypaw and Sparrowpaw with her tail; the two young cats rose and came to stand side by side at the bottom of the Rockpile, their eyes shining. “Sharpclaw,” Leafstar asked, “has your apprentice Cherrypaw learned the skills of a warrior? And does she understand what the warrior code means to every cat?”
“She has and she does,” Sharpclaw replied solemnly. “She fought like a seasoned warrior against the rats.”
“And I can say the same for my apprentice, Sparrowpaw,” Leafstar meowed. She leaped down from the Rockpile and stood in front of the two young cats. “I, Leafstar, leader of SkyClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these two apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as warriors in their turn.”
A shiver ran through Firestar as he heard the familiar words. Not until today could a SkyClan cat have spoken them with certainty, for no cat knew what had happened to their warrior ancestors. But now he knew—and more important, Leafstar knew—that they walked the skies where they belonged, and would do so for all the seasons to come.
Leafstar went on. “Cherrypaw, Sparrowpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your lives?”
Cherrypaw’s fur bristled and she flexed her claws as she replied, “I do.”
Sparrowpaw looked calmer, but no cat could doubt the sincerity in his voice as he also promised, “I do.”
“Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior names. Cherrypaw, from this moment you will be known as Cherrytail. StarClan honors your bravery and your enthusiasm, and we welcome you as a full member of SkyClan.”