He woke, blinking in the unaccustomed light, half prepared to find himself on the bleak mountaintop where he encountered Rock. Instead, he found himself in the lush forest clearing where Brightspirit had come to speak to him. A warm breeze, full of the green scents of growing herbs, caressed his pelt; his anxieties melted away like ice in newleaf.
At first Jayfeather thought he was alone, but as the breeze stirred the leaves he saw two cats crouched on a branch at the other side of the clearing; Shiningheart and Braveheart were looking down at him with gleaming eyes. At the same moment the bracken underneath their tree parted, and Brightspirit stepped into the open.
The beautiful silver tabby padded across the clearing until she could touch noses with him; her sweet scent mingled with the smell of herbs.
“Jayfeather,” she greeted him, her eyes alight with happiness. “Now you are a true medicine cat.”
“I owe it to you,” Jayfeather admitted. “You saved my Clan by telling me where to find the catmint.”
“I was glad to help.” Brightspirit’s green eyes shone with love and joy. “Once I thought to set my paws on the way of a medicine cat, but that was not the path StarClan laid down for me. Now I will do all I can to help those in need. Whichever Clan they belong to—or Tribe.”
Jayfeather bowed his head in deep respect. “Thank you.
Thank you for traveling so far to help us.”
Once again Brightspirit touched her nose to his. “I think you have traveled even farther, my friend.”
Jayfeather shivered. Hesitantly he asked, “Will I see you again?”
“That is in the paws of the stars,” Brightspirit replied.
Her breath warmed his fur; Jayfeather was surrounded by a glittering cloud, as if the silver tabby was about to whirl him up into the sky to be a star alongside her. His paws tingled.
“Good-bye, Jayfeather,” Brightspirit whispered.
Jayfeather’s eyes snapped open on darkness. He was curled on the flat stones by the Moonpool, with the other medicine cats beginning to wake around him.
When he and Leafpool returned to the camp early the next morning, Jayfeather could hear his Clanmates talking loudly in the middle of the clearing. Brambleclaw’s voice rose above the noise.
“Settle down, and I’ll get everything sorted out, okay?”
Leafpool sighed. “Every cat is getting cranky and exhausted from all the hunting and border patrols. I’ll go and fetch them some strengthening herbs.” She padded toward her den.
“Jaypaw, can I have a word?” Brambleclaw called out as Jayfeather approached the cats, wondering what all the fuss was about.
“Sure, and it’s Jay feather now,” Jayfeather pointed out proudly. No cat took any notice. Stifling an irritated sigh, he asked, “What’s the problem?”
“Brackenfur says the dawn patrol spotted a fox in WindClan, not far from the border,” Brambleclaw replied. “Did you and Leafpool see anything on your way back?”
“I didn’t see anything,” Jayfeather retorted. “I picked up a whiff of fox scent, but I’m pretty sure it didn’t come from our territory.”
“If it’s near the WindClan border it could soon come over here.” Daisy’s worried voice spoke from nearby. “Our kits could be in danger.”
“And the cats in the Twoleg nest.” Jayfeather could sense Graystripe’s anxiety. “What if the fox gets in there?”
“Okay, Graystripe and Brackenfur, go and check it out,” Brambleclaw ordered. “If you find any signs that the fox crossed the border, then follow the scent and see if you can find its den.”
“Right, let’s go.” Graystripe sounded relieved to be doing something about the threat.
Jayfeather intercepted the two warriors before they could leave. “Leafpool has some strengthening herbs for you.”
“Thanks, Jayfeather,” Brackenfur meowed; Jayfeather heard him and Graystripe bounding over to the medicine cats’ den.
“Right, hunting patrols,” Brambleclaw went on. “Ashfur, can you lead one for the camp? Take Sorreltail and Birchfall with you. And—”
“What about my bedding?” Mousefur interrupted. “It hasn’t been changed for days. Every cat is so busy that none of the regular jobs are being done.”
Jayfeather heard Brambleclaw suppress a sigh. “Okay, Mousefur. The apprentices can get right on to that.”
Mousefur snorted. “I should think so.”
“I don’t see why we should do that,” Foxpaw murmured to his littermate. Jayfeather realized that Foxpaw and Icepaw were right beside him.
“Mousefur’s as cranky as a badger with a sore paw,” Foxpaw went on. “We never get any thanks.”
“No, it’s always, ‘It’s too damp,’ or ‘There are thorns in there,’” Icepaw whispered back.
Jayfeather turned until he was looming over the two apprentices. “You should be making yourself useful by fetching clean bedding for Mousefur,” he snapped. “Show a bit of respect for your elders. How would you like to sleep in a dirty nest?”
“You’re not our mentor,” Foxpaw protested. “You can’t tell us what to do.”
Jayfeather bent his head until he was almost touching noses with Foxpaw. “Fetch Mousefur’s bedding now. Otherwise I’ll tell Daisy that you were planning to make Toadkit eat rabbit droppings by telling him they were a new kind of berry.”
He felt a jolt of shock from Foxpaw. “How did you know that?”
“Never mind how I know,” Jayfeather replied. “Just do it.”
“You wouldn’t really tell Daisy,” Foxpaw blustered.
Jayfeather bared his teeth. “Try me.”
“Okay, okay, we’re going. Come on, Icepaw, why are you standing around like that?”
Jayfeather heard Foxpaw push his sister, and both young cats scurried off toward the barrier. Icepaw’s bewildered voice drifted back. “Rabbit droppings? What’s he talking about?”
“Never mind,” Foxpaw meowed. “We have to fetch some moss now!”
Picking up the sharp tang of strengthening herbs, Jayfeather realized that Leafpool had reappeared from their den and was distributing the leaves to all the warriors.
“Thanks, Leafpool,” Brambleclaw mewed. “Have you enough for the sick cats as well?”
“Yes, plenty,” Leafpool replied. “I’ll send Jayfeather to the Twoleg nest with them. There’s something else,” she added.
“Can you ask the hunting patrols to look out for young prey?
That’s easier for the sick cats to eat, and now that we’ve got the catmint they’ll start to feel hungry again.”
“No problem,” Brambleclaw replied. “You all heard that, right? Sandstorm, will you lead a patrol for the Twoleg nest?
Take Spiderleg, Berrynose and… er… Ashfur. Now, we need a border patrol to go over to the ShadowClan border. I’ll lead it, and—”
“You do realize,” Berrynose broke in, “that you’ve just assigned Ashfur to both those hunting patrols? Is he supposed to split himself in two?”
“Oh, mouse dung!” Brambleclaw exclaimed. “Sorry, Ashfur. You can—”
“Ashfur, for StarClan’s sake!” Squirrelflight broke in. Jayfeather winced at the fury spilling over from her. “Can’t you speak up, instead of standing there like a tree stump?”
“Sorry, but—” Ashfur sounded startled.
“‘Sorry’ catches no prey,” Squirrelflight snarled. “Why didn’t you say anything? Can’t you see how much pressure
Brambleclaw is under? Does the Clan deputy have to sort everything out on his own?”
“Hey, Squirrelflight…” Brambleclaw sounded embarrassed by his mate’s fierce defense.