A helpless kit! Clear Sky thought, guilt surging through him like storm water. What was I thinking?
Desperately he turned toward the other cats who were still watching, transfixed with horror. “I need help,” he mewed, his voice shaking. “Please. We need cobwebs to stop the bleeding.”
Instantly the cats scattered into the undergrowth. Clear Sky felt a brief glow of gratitude that they didn’t turn their backs on him after they had watched him allow the unequal fight to happen. But a heartbeat later he pushed the feeling away.
That’s not important now. What matters is saving Sparrow Fur!
Clear Sky was vaguely aware that Tom and One Eye were still fighting somewhere on the other side of the clearing, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. All his attention was on the injured kit.
Acorn Fur was the first cat to return with a thick pawful of cobwebs. She bent over her former denmate, gently licking the blood away from her wounds and pressing the cobwebs over them. They quickly soaked with blood, but when the other cats returned with more cobwebs, the bleeding was gradually brought under control. Sparrow Fur’s breathing grew deeper and more regular, though she didn’t open her eyes.
“Will she be okay now?” Acorn Fur asked anxiously.
Clear Sky heaved a huge sigh of relief. “I hope so,” he replied. “But we need to get her back to camp and care for her.”
He realized that the hissing and screeching from Tom and One Eye had died away to silence.
Good, the fight is over, he thought. Now I can deal with them both…
But when he glanced across at the other side of the clearing, his jaws gaped in shock. Tom lay with his legs splayed out and his eyes wide in a fixed stare. Blood clotted in his fur and on the grass around him. One Eye sat beside him, calmly licking his paws and cleaning blood off his whiskers.
“He fought well,” he meowed, “for a kittypet.”
Clear Sky heard gasps of horror from the other cats, feeling as though all the blood in his veins had turned to ice.
“Oh, no,” Thorn muttered, sounding sick. “Tom didn’t deserve to die like that.”
“He was only defending his kit,” Acorn Fur whispered.
With a massive effort, Clear Sky pulled himself together and gave his pelt a shake. “Carry
Sparrow Fur back to camp as quickly as you can,” he ordered. “Treat her like you would your own kit. And one of you should run ahead and tell Petal to make a soft nest out of moss.”
Acorn Fur raced off at once, while Thorn and Leaf gently picked up Sparrow Fur’s body, careful not to dislodge the cobwebs over her wounds. As they headed into the trees, Quick Water padded just in front of them, carefully holding back branches and bramble tendrils so that they didn’t catch on the kit’s pelt.
Once they had gone, Clear Sky slowly padded across the clearing toward One Eye, who was still grooming himself, his gaze firmly fixed on his paw.
Clear Sky halted a few paw steps in front of the rogue, then discovered that he had no idea what he wanted to say. “What…” he managed to stammer.
One Eye looked up at him, the fur around his mouth spiky with drying blood. “Stupid kittypet,” he rasped, his voice filled with contempt. “He should have known better than to challenge me. I’ve killed much tougher opponents than him.”
“Like the kit?” Clear Sky asked, unable to find words strong enough to express his disgust with the rogue. “The helpless kit you practically tore apart, for fun?”
One Eye flicked his tail dismissively. “That kit was too proud,” he mewed. “She didn’t know when to give up. Now she’s learned a valuable lesson.”
Clear Sky’s claws slid out, and his foreleg swiped a hard blow at the side of One Eye’s head.
The rogue dodged it with no trouble at all, giving Clear Sky a derisive look.
“You can’t stop me from defending my honor,” he told Clear Sky. “That’s how it works in the real world.”
Honor? Clear Sky thought. This cat has no honor!
He struck at One Eye again, but the rogue avoided that blow with as much ease as the first. “We have rules here!” Clear Sky hissed.
“Your so-called rules are a joke,” One Eye snarled back. “No cat really cares about anything but himself. Pretending otherwise just causes heartache… and sickness.”
Clear Sky’s heart thumped uncomfortably. Sickness? “What do you know about the sickness?” he demanded.
One Eye gave the same dismissive flick of his tail.
“That bird was very ill,” Clear Sky went on, his apprehension growing with every heartbeat. “Do you know more about it than you told us?”
“I know enough to tell you that some of the cats in your group are as good as dead.”
He didn’t know if One Eye’s words were to be trusted, but felt his fur bristling along his back.
“Which ones?” he demanded. “How do you know?”
One Eye flicked his tail again. “I could tell you, but I won’t bother. I guess I only care about myself.”
Clear Sky found the malevolence in his single eye sickening. A red mist clouded Clear Sky’s vision. He pounced on One Eye, holding him down with both forepaws while he dug into the rogue’s neck with his teeth. One Eye struggled, but rage gave Clear Sky new strength.
Every instinct was urging him to rip out the vile cat’s throat and let his blood run out into the grass, but he knew that would be to lower himself to the same disgusting level. Instead he stood back, releasing One Eye. The rogue leaped up, smoothing one paw over his ears.
“Get out of here,” Clear Sky ordered, forcing his voice to remain even as he spat out the words.
“Do not come back. Or I will kill you with my own claws.”
As One Eye glared for a moment, Clear Sky realized something that had always bothered him about the rogue. His eye had no expression, just a malignant yellow glow.
“You’ll kill me, will you?” the rogue asked. “Will you really?”
Clear Sky felt the blood pounding in his ears and braced himself, ready for battle. But One Eye turned away, heading for the edge of the clearing and into the trees.
Clear Sky took a deep breath. One Eye has gone—and I feel like he’s taken all of my honor with him. He realized that he should have driven One Eye out after he challenged his authority in front of Tall Shadow and Thunder. How will I ever explain what happened to my cats?
Ready to despair, Clear Sky closed his eyes. A heartbeat later he felt a hard blow on his back, and let out a startled yowl. Claws dug into his back, and One Eye snaked a paw around Clear Sky’s neck, aiming for his eye.
That’s a move Tom came up with! Clear Sky thought, struggling frantically to throw One Eye off.
Pain stabbed into his face as One Eye raked his claws over his cheek.
Clear Sky let himself go limp and collapsed to the ground, rolling over so that One Eye was underneath him. Then he wriggled around and swiped his claws across the rogue’s shoulder, breaking his grip. Clear Sky sprang to his paws, panting.
“You’ll kill me, will you?” One Eye sneered, rising to face him. “You’ll kill One Eye? If One Eye were that easy to kill, he’d never have survived kithood.” He spat at Clear Sky, pointing with his tail at the wound along his face. “Keep that to remember me by,” he snarled.
As the rogue slunk away into the forest, Clear Sky felt his legs trembling. He sank to the ground, taking in huge gulps of air. He felt so utterly defeated, as though he would never be able to get up again.