“I’m Alderpaw. I’m learning to be a medicine cat in my own Clan. I promise you, the tansy will help.”
As Flame began to chew the tansy leaves, Alderpaw stepped back to give her a little breathing space.
“Will that work?” a rough voice rasped into his ear.
Startled, Alderpaw turned to see Darktail, glaring sternly at him. “Tansy usually clears up whitecough quite quickly,” he replied, trying to sound reassuring. “But if whitecough is left too long, it can turn into greencough—and then Flame would have been in real trouble.”
Darktail began to look interested; Alderpaw guessed he had never heard the names of these sicknesses before. Maybe in SkyClan they’re called something different.
“So what cures greencough?” the white-and-black tom asked, not sounding as if he was much concerned about Flame.
“You can still use tansy,” Alderpaw told him, “but catmint is much better, if you can get it.”
“Hmm…” Darktail riffled his whiskers.
“And what about wounds? Will catmint cure those as well?”
“No.” Doesn’t this cat know anything?
“For wounds you would use cobweb to stop the bleeding, and comfrey root for the pain.
Marigold or horsetail if the wound gets infected.”
Darktail nodded. “And for fever?”
“Er…” For a moment Alderpaw couldn’t remember. This is worse than being tested by Jayfeather. I wish he were here! “Borage leaves,” he mewed at last. “And dandelion to help the feverish cat sleep. But Darktail…” He couldn’t resist asking the question. “Don’t you treat your sick cats?”
For a heartbeat Darktail looked confused.
“Of course we do,” he replied with a flick of his tail. “We just do it… differently. Why should all Clans behave the same?”
Because we all came from the same place, Alderpaw thought, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words aloud. He hadn’t mentioned anything to Darktail about how the SkyClan cats had been driven from the forest, and he was reluctant to say anything now.
Bramblestar told me how terrible it was for SkyClan. The other Clans were wrong not to share their territory. SkyClan might blame us for it, even though it was so long ago.
But Alderpaw still couldn’t understand why
Darktail seemed so unfamiliar with the way the Clans lived. Have they really wandered so far away from the warrior code?
Then understanding started to grow inside
Alderpaw, like a flower unfolding from a bud.
Perhaps the prophecy meant something different from what he had thought at first.
Maybe SkyClan was “in shadow” not just because they lived in a distant and forgotten place, but because they had lost their connection to the warrior code, and everything that made Clan cats different from rogues.
So it must be my task to guide them back again, and clear the sky!
Alderpaw’s whiskers twitched happily. “If you like,” he meowed to Darktail, “I’ll take some of your cats on a tour of your territory to see what herbs we can find, and show them what they’re used for. Of course,” he added modestly, “I’m only an apprentice.”
Darktail seemed unconcerned by Alderpaw’s inexperience. He gave an approving nod. “Hey, Rain!” he yowled.
The long-furred gray tom sprang up from where he sat at the edge of the river, talking to Needlepaw, and bounded over to his leader.
“What do you want, Darktail?” he asked, with a respectful dip of his head to his leader.
“Go with this cat,” Darktail ordered, indicating Alderpaw with a flick of his tail.
“He’s going to look for herbs and tell you what to do with them. Listen to him—he’s an apprentice.”
“Okay,” Rain responded, though he looked as confused as Alderpaw felt. Darktail said apprentice like it was… important.
“I’ll come too,” Needlepaw added, sidling up to them. “I’d like to get a better look at the gorge.”
Alderpaw couldn’t imagine why Needlepaw would want to see any more of such a barren, dirty place, but there was no point in objecting.
Needlepaw is weird anyway. Nothing she does makes sense!
Rain took the lead as the three cats headed downstream, passing the den that Alderpaw was sure must have been Echosong’s at one time.
With every paw step Alderpaw began to feel more optimistic. If he could teach these cats how to treat illness, they might start to show more compassion for one another, instead of heartlessly ignoring sick cats like Flame. They would start to feel and behave more like a real
Clan. And then they could return to the forest as real allies.
This is the first stage of completing the quest—to help SkyClan find the way back to Clan life.
Alderpaw shifted restlessly in his den, unable to sleep. He kept thinking about the tour of the territory he had taken with Needlepaw and Rain, and how much Rain needed to be taught. They had found yarrow and more tansy, and Rain had seemed to think that these two herbs could cure everything.
“You’ll need to search for herbs on either side of the gorge,” Alderpaw had pointed out.
“And maybe even travel farther than your usual hunting territory. There are lots of different diseases that can strike a cat, and they need different herbs and different kinds of treatment.”
Rain had shrugged, seeming okay with that.
“It might make more sense for Darktail to lead us to new territory soon,” he had meowed.
Now Alderpaw curled up more tightly and tried to will himself into sleep. He was desperate for another vision, perhaps a visit from Sandstorm to reassure him that everything was happening how it was supposed to. He knew deep within himself that there was something not right about SkyClan. However hard he tried to tell himself that it was only because they had lived apart from other Clans for so long, he couldn’t shake the feeling that all this was somehow wrong. Was there a reason why he hadn’t had any visions since they arrived in the gorge?
Then a reason occurred to him, and he shivered all over, wanting to mewl in terror like a tiny lost kit. Suppose StarClan can’t reach me in this place!
As Alderpaw’s shuddering died away, he was distracted by the sound of voices. He had already discovered how the walls of the gorge trapped sound, so it was useless trying to have a quiet conversation, or say anything they didn’t want the SkyClan cats to hear. He wrapped his tail over his ears to blot out the sound, only to raise his head alertly as he heard Darktail’s voice.
“It will be easy.”
As silently as he could, Alderpaw edged toward the entrance to the den and peered out into the darkness. There was just enough light from the moon for him to make out Darktail and Rain a few tail-lengths away, along with a long-furred black she-cat named Raven.
“I don’t know… ,” Raven mewed doubtfully. “The journey will be long and hard.
I’ve heard stories about huge Thunderpaths out there, and how many cats lose their lives on them.”
“Thunderpaths hold no fear for us,” Darktail responded with a dismissive wave of his tail.
Hope thrilled through Alderpaw. Maybe the SkyClan cats are deciding to leave tomorrow, to journey with us to the lake and reunite with the other Clans!
He rose to his paws, intending to join them and tell them how happy he was about their plan, but before he could leave the den, the SkyClan cats split up, padding off in three different directions.
Movement in the shadows caught
Alderpaw’s eye, and to his astonishment he spotted Needlepaw, emerging from the shelter of a boulder and padding up to Rain. Until then he hadn’t realized that she wasn’t asleep in the den with him and his Clanmates.