Gray Wing looked at him, startled. This independent loner is opening his home to me?
River Ripple was already padding away, his tail high in the air. “Well? Are you coming, or what?” he asked.
Gray Wing cast a final glance at the grave. “Yes.” He stood and followed in River Ripple’s paw steps.
Chapter 13
Thunder stood at the edge of the hollow, gazing across the moor. The sun was setting, but Gray Wing still hadn’t returned from the forest. Three days before, Owl Eyes had come back alone, his head down and a subdued look in his eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Thunder had asked him. “I thought you went with Gray Wing to fetch
Sparrow Fur.”
“I changed my mind,” Owl Eyes replied, as if every word was being dragged out of him.
Thunder wanted to ask him why. It wasn’t like Owl Eyes to leave his injured sister to cope without him. But clearly the young cat wasn’t going to share, and Thunder knew it wasn’t his business. So Thunder had simply seen the kit settled with Jagged Peak and Holly, and hoped that the reason for his behavior would become clear soon.
But Owl Eyes had said nothing more, and day had followed day with no sign of Gray Wing.
Thunder had visited Clear Sky, in case Gray Wing had stayed with his brother, but all Clear Sky knew was that he had left the camp after seeing that Sparrow Fur wasn’t fit to travel. After that, Tall Shadow had sent out a search party, and Thunder himself had watched for his kin when he was out hunting, but no cat could figure out where Gray Wing had gone. Owl Eyes and Pebble Heart were frantic; it wasn’t long since their mother had died, and now the cat who had become their father had disappeared.
This isn’t right, Thunder thought. We have to do something.
With a last glance over the empty moor, he padded into the hollow and headed for Wind Runner’s den. As usual, Morning Whisker lay in her nest, motionless except for the occasional jerk of her legs, as if even in her sleep she was in pain. Her belly was still swollen, and more gashes had opened up in her skin.
Pebble Heart crouched beside her, watching the kit intently. He looked exhausted, and his eyes were despairing. A tail-length away Wind Runner sat with Gorse Fur beside her and her other two kits huddled against her.
“Morning Whisker will be fine,” Moth Flight murmured, giving her mother’s fur a comforting lick.
“Yes, Cloud Spots and Pebble Heart know what to do,” Dust Muzzle added.
Wind Runner only shook her head. Thunder could see that she knew how empty their reassurances were.
She rose to her paws and stretched her neck forward, as if she was about to lick Morning Whiskers’s ears.
“No!” Pebble Heart sprang up and blocked Wind Runner from coming any closer. “You know you’re not allowed to touch her, not while she has this sickness.”
Wind Runner glared at him, then turned away, her head drooping. Gorse Fur pressed himself against her side, but she didn’t even look at him.
“Wind Runner, we’re doing all—” Thunder began, pain wrenching at his heart to see her grief.
“Leave me alone!” Wind Runner snapped.
Thunder realized there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t fathom the pain she was feeling; he couldn’t make it better. This illness is breaking every cat’s heart, he thought as he padded away.
Tall Shadow was still perched on the lookout rock, her gaze scanning the moor. Thunder bounded over and leaped up beside her. “Have you seen any sign of Gray Wing?” he asked.
The black she-cat shook her head. “He should have been back days ago. The last cat who went off by herself died,” she added. “Many of us were lost in the battle, we have to face up to the sickness, and now another cat has disappeared.” She gave her tail a frustrated lash. “What else can go wrong?”
The setting sun washed the moor in scarlet light, showing nothing but emptiness between the hollow and the dark line of the forest. Thunder let out an anxious sigh.
“I’ll keep watch through the night,” Tall Shadow assured him.
“But is that enough?” Thunder asked, worry prickling in his pads. “I could go out to look for him again.”
Tall Shadow shook her head. “You said it yourself: Our first concern is keeping away from the sickness. We all agreed. In the dark you don’t know which animals you’ll meet, and you could easily put your paw on dead prey. It’s best for you to stay here and be patient.”
Though he didn’t like it, Thunder knew that she was right. He settled down on top of the rock, willing himself to relax, and finally fell into a doze as the sun vanished and the sky darkened.
Drowsing uneasily through the night, he was roused from time to time by the hooting of owls or the bark of a fox. Knowing Gray Wing was far from home made it impossible for him to fully drift off, and all the while he was aware of Tall Shadow watching and waiting beside him, her eyes fixed on the horizon.
The damp chill of dawn brought Thunder back to full wakefulness. Above his head the stars were growing pale, and a milky light was beginning to show on the horizon where the sun would rise.
Thunder rose and stretched his cramped limbs, arching his back and shivering at the dew that misted his pelt. At the foot of the rock he spotted a mouse scuffling among the grass, and bunched his muscles, ready to pounce.
Before he could move, Tall Shadow nudged him. “There’s a cat coming!”
Thunder looked up to see a dark shape outlined on the horizon, heading for the camp. “Gray Wing!” he exclaimed thankfully. He leaped down from the rock and raced out across the moor to meet him.
But as he drew nearer to the cat he realized that it wasn’t Gray Wing. Clear Sky! What does my father want now?
“Have you seen any sign of Gray Wing?” he demanded as soon as Clear Sky was in earshot.
Clear Sky skidded to a halt beside him. “Not since he left my camp,” he replied, looking confused. “I already told you that. Hasn’t he come home yet?”
Thunder shook his head. “We haven’t seen him.”
Clear Sky twitched the tip of his tail worriedly. “Well, he certainly—”
“Thunder! Clear Sky!” The distant call that interrupted him came from Tall Shadow, still on her rock. She beckoned them with her tail and leaped down to join them as they padded up.
Clear Sky wrinkled his nose as he entered the camp, and Thunder realized how heavily the taint of sickness hung in the air.
“Morning Whisker is no better, then?” Clear Sky asked.
Thunder shook his head. “I think she’s dying,” he choked out, his heart breaking as he spoke the words aloud for the first time.
He and Clear Sky followed Tall Shadow as she retreated to the edge of the camp. “Why did you come to see us?” she asked.
Clear Sky looked uncomfortable, his whiskers quivering as he replied. “I’m very worried about this illness. All the trouble with One Eye distracted me, but now that it’s quieted down I can see that the biggest danger facing us is exactly that: the sickness that’s killing Morning Whisker. I’m afraid other cats were exposed, and I’m keeping my eye out for any signs that any other cat is getting sick.
The trouble is,” he admitted, “even if one of our cats starts to show symptoms, I have no idea what to do for them.” Glancing from Thunder to Tall Shadow and back again, he added, “I want to do all I can to help. After all, we’re in this together.”