I’ll just catch up to Brightheart and tell her to report to Firestar. Meet you at the training hollow.”
He bounded off, leaving Lionblaze to head to the training hollow by himself. The sunlight suddenly seemed brighter, and he relished the cool touch of the breeze in his fur and the dew on his pads. He knew that he had to keep training, to make the best use of his powers that he could, but he didn’t want Tigerstar to act as his mentor anymore.
Lionblaze shivered, as if thinking of the dark warrior could summon him; he glanced around but there was no sign of the striped shadow and burning amber eyes.
At first he had felt special, honored to be chosen by Tigerstar for extra training, and delighted to be able to beat the other apprentices with a move the dark warrior had shown him. But in the last few moons Tigerstar had changed, showing a hostile side and trying to control Lionblaze.
Or maybe he hasn’t changed. Maybe I’m just seeing what Tigerstar has been like all along.
He remembered Ferncloud scolding Foxkit and Icekit before they became apprentices: “If you don’t behave, Tigerstar will come and get you!”
The two kits had squeaked in terror, and burrowed close to their mother’s belly.
Was I completely mouse-brained? Lionblaze wondered. Did I think he was helping me when all the time he was using me?
If he practiced with Ashfur, he wouldn’t need Tigerstar anymore. And if Tigerstar kept visiting him, he would be strong enough to fight him off.
Maybe he’ll leave me alone if I can prove I’m a good enough warrior without him.
The training hollow was empty this early in the day, with a few wisps of mist still clinging to the grass. Lionblaze padded into the center and began practicing his battle moves, leaping and twisting in the air, imagining how he would land on Tigerstar’s broad shoulders and dig his claws into the dark tabby pelt.
“Pretty good.” Ashfur’s voice came from the other side of the hollow.
“Thanks,” Lionblaze panted.
He was turning to face his former mentor when Ashfur crashed into his side, knocking him off his paws. Furious that he hadn’t been ready, Lionblaze let out a screech. He battered at Ashfur with his hind paws, while Ashfur tried to sink his teeth into his neck fur. The gray warrior’s heavier weight pinned Lionblaze down, driving all the breath out of him.
“Still want to fight?” Ashfur taunted him.
With a tremendous effort, Lionblaze rolled over, thrusting Ashfur away. He scrambled to his paws, breathing heavily, and sprang on top of Ashfur before his opponent could recover.
He gave the gray warrior two quick blows from his forepaws, then tried to leap away.
But Ashfur was too quick for him. Flashing out a paw, he hooked Lionblaze’s hind legs from under him, and the two cats wrestled together on the ground. Lionblaze’s ear stung as Ashfur cuffed him. He pummeled his opponent with his forepaws, finding it hard to keep his claws sheathed as the red haze of battle threatened to engulf him.
“Stop!” Lionblaze hardly heard the yowl, but Ashfur rolled off him right away and sprang to his paws. Lionblaze was left scrabbling on the ground, shaking his head to clear it.
“What in StarClan’s name are you doing?”
Now Lionblaze recognized Firestar’s voice. He struggled to stand, blinking grit from his eyes, and spotted Firestar on the edge of the hollow with Whitewing, Icepaw, and Birchfall just behind him. The ThunderClan leader’s eyes flashed green fire.
“Warriors fighting? Why?” he demanded.
Ashfur shook scraps of debris out of his fur. “It was just a practice bout, Firestar.”
“But Lionblaze is a warrior now,” Firestar pointed out.
“Not your apprentice any longer.”
“It was my idea, Firestar,” Lionblaze meowed. “I asked Ashfur to practice with me. We were just trying to—”
“I don’t want to listen to excuses.” Firestar’s voice was cold.
“What I saw just now was far more vicious than a practice bout. At a time like this, with trouble on both sides of our territory, we can’t afford to have warriors injured. And with leaf-bare coming on, Leafpool can’t afford to waste her herbs on unnecessary wounds. Are you both mouse-brained?”
“I’m sorry, Firestar.” Lionblaze hung his head. “It’s my fault.
Don’t blame Ashfur.” But how are we supposed to fight well if we aren’t allowed to practice?
“Ashfur is an experienced warrior. He should have more sense,” Firestar retorted with a flick of his tail. Then he relaxed slightly. “I know you’re keen, Lionblaze, and that’s good, but try to think ahead, will you? This isn’t a good time to be taking risks.”
His pelt crackling with shame and frustration, Lionblaze muttered agreement.
“Whitewing, Birchfall, and Icepaw are going hunting,” Firestar continued. “You had better go with them, Lionblaze.
Work off some of that energy on prey instead of another warrior. Ashfur, come with me.” With a flick of his tail, he padded out of the glade, followed by the gray warrior.
“We thought we’d try down by the lake,” Whitewing mewed to Lionblaze.
“Whatever.” Lionblaze let Birchfall and Whitewing take the lead; they padded close together through the undergrowth, with Icepaw bouncing excitedly at the back.
The heat of battle was still pulsing through Lionblaze’s body. He wanted to sink his claws into something; he hoped a squirrel or a rabbit would cross his path soon.
He couldn’t stifle the feeling that Firestar had been unfair.
Surely this was the right time to practice fighting moves? There could be another battle any day with WindClan or ShadowClan. And how was he going to fulfill the prophecy if he never had the chance to work on his skills, to be the best warrior any Clan had ever seen?
Lionblaze pushed his way through the thorn tunnel, two mice and a vole dangling from his jaws, the scent of the prey flooding his senses. When he reached the clearing he spotted his brother and sister together outside the medicine cats’ den. Hollyleaf signaled to him with her tail, so when he had dropped his fresh-kill on the pile, he bounded over to them.
“What’s this I hear about you and Ashfur fighting?”
Hollyleaf demanded.
“What?” Lionblaze gaped at her. “How did you know?”
Jaypaw twitched his ears. “News runs through this camp faster than a rabbit. Don’t you know that yet?”
“Berrynose told me.” Hollyleaf sounded defensive. “He heard you when he was out with a hunting patrol. He said you sounded really vicious.”
“Berrynose!” Lionblaze spat with a single lash of his tail.
“Hasn’t he got anything better to do than gossip about other warriors?”
“Anyway, is it true?” Hollyleaf persisted. “What were you fighting about?”
Lionblaze felt his neck fur rising. His claws slid out and his muscles tensed; he wanted a real enemy to fight, not just gossip and unnecessary questions.
“We weren’t fighting,” he snapped. “We were training. Just leave it, will you? I’ve already had Firestar clawing my ears over it, and I think he’s wrong! I need more practice. How can I defend my Clan if I forget what to do?”
By the time he had finished speaking he was spitting out the words, his claws raking the ground in frustration.
After a heartbeat Hollyleaf took a pace toward him and gently laid the tip of her tail on his shoulder. Lionblaze shivered, trying to push down the surge of fury that had nearly spilled over.
“You won’t lose your fighting skills,” Hollyleaf mewed.