“Let her go!” A star-flecked tortoiseshell cat darted from the ferns and ripped Mapleshade away from Sandstorm. As Sandstorm crouched, coughing, the tortoiseshell flung Mapleshade to the ground.
Mapleshade scrambled up and turned on the StarClan cat. “Spottedleaf!” she hissed. “Why didn’t you let me kill her? She stole Firestar’s love from you.”
The hair rose on Spottedleaf’s spine. “There was nothing to steal. Sandstorm made him happy!”
Mapleshade lunged at her. Spottedleaf rolled under the warrior’s weight, paws flailing as she fell. With a snarl, Mapleshade sliced open the medicine cat’s throat.
“No!” Firestar’s screech ripped through the air. Exploding from the ferns, he grabbed Mapleshade’s pelt in his claws and threw her backward. Sandstorm scrambled up and hurled herself at the matted she-cat, claws slashing, jaws tearing. Firestar sprang from the side, sending Mapleshade crashing to the ground. Sandstorm jumped on her and raked her belly with thorn-sharp claws. Shrieking with pain, Mapleshade struggled free and pelted up the slope. Sandstorm raced after her. Dovewing watched her orange pelt streak away into the trees.
In the deserted forest, Firestar crouched beside Spottedleaf’s trembling body. Blood welled at her neck, soaking Firestar’s cheek as he pressed against her. “Spottedleaf! Please don’t go.” Dovewing heard a sob in his mew. “You promised you’d be there to welcome me.”
Spottedleaf gave a tiny shake of her head. “That was never going to happen, my love. I cannot journey with you anymore. I’m so sorry.”
Firestar pawed at her. “No! I still need you!”
“Let her go.” A she-cat shimmered into view, her gray fur long and matted.
“Yellowfang?” Firestar looked at her, his green eyes pleading. “Don’t let her disappear. Please.”
“This was her destiny.” Yellowfang touched her muzzle to Firestar’s head. “Let her follow it.”
“But she said she’d wait for me in StarClan!” Firestar’s mew caught in his throat.
Spottedleaf looked up at him and opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something. A small gasp escaped her; then she fell limp. Her fur started to blur, leaving a faint outline and then nothing but bloodstained grass. Firestar’s head drooped.
The ferns rustled beside them and Sandstorm slid out. She crouched beside Firestar and nodded Dovewing away. Dovewing turned and headed for camp. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Sandstorm press closer to Firestar.
She skidded into the clearing. Half the Dark Forest cats had gone, pursued by StarClan and Ancients and Midnight the badger, but the remains of Thistleclaw’s patrol fought on, pelts bristling with rage. Sorreltail’s patrol was back from ShadowClan’s camp. Spiderleg grappled with Thistleclaw himself. Sorreltail pinned Darkstripe to the ground. Thornclaw launched himself, hissing, from the beech and landed on a muscled tabby while Midnight drove a gang of Dark Forest warriors shrieking into the brambles beside the medicine den.
A screech sounded from the nursery. Dovewing’s pelt spiked as she saw Daisy slam a Dark Forest warrior onto the ground. Brightheart lunged for his throat, sinking her teeth in with a growl. Who is guarding the kits? Dovewing scanned the shattered den. Ferncloud straddled Brightheart’s nest, slashing at a massive black tom. Spitting in fury, she darted for his throat. The warrior dodged and caught her scruff between his jaws. Snapping back his head, he dragged her from the den.
Ferncloud stared up at him in terror as he sank his teeth deep into her neck. With a grunt, she fell still.
“Ferncloud!” Firestar raced into the camp as the Dark Forest warrior crouched over the dead queen.
The warrior turned. “Too late, Firestar.”
“Brokenstar!” Firestar showed his teeth.
Brokenstar glared at him, eyes bright with hatred. Firestar sprang forward but when he crashed into the huge tom, he lost his footing and thumped to the ground.
“Firestar!” Sandstorm’s terrified screech rang across the hollow as she followed him in. “You can’t fight anymore. You only have one life left!”
“Every warrior here has only one life!” Firestar scrambled to his paws and faced Brokenstar again.
Brokenstar eyed him gleefully. “I’m going to shred you till there’s nothing left to join StarClan,” he growled.
A burst of starlight shone beside Firestar, and Dovewing recognized Yellowfang again. “Enough!” yowled the old she-cat. She dived at Brokenstar and grasped his throat in her jaws. Dovewing heard the crack of bone as she killed him. Yellowfang dropped her son’s body, then watched it fade in the moonlight till no trace remained.
“Brokenstar’s dead!” Thistleclaw stepped back from Spiderleg and stood stiff-legged with dismay.
“Brokenstar?” Darkstripe spun away from Sorreltail, ears flat.
“Retreat!” Thistleclaw stumbled for the entrance. Fear edged his cry. Pelts swooped past him like bats as the Dark Forest patrol fled.
Dovewing sank her claws into the earth, her pelt stinging, her paws as heavy as stone. All around her, shafts of moonlight streamed through the clouds. Was this really the end?
Lilykit and Seedkit peered up from their nest.
“Come here, my dears. It’s safe now.” Sorreltail beckoned them with a flick of her tail, and they slid from the nursery and hurried toward her, pressing hard against her blood-soaked fur.
Troutstream and Pebblefoot limped across the clearing. Whitestorm and Longtail stood panting with exhaustion, their tails drooping. And the brightest beam of moonlight landed on Ferncloud’s body, lying motionless beside the nursery.
“Why is Ferncloud asleep?” Amberkit asked, popping her head up.
“She’s tired after all the fighting, silly,” mewed Dewkit beside her. He pricked his ears as Dustpelt pounded into camp. “Dustpelt will wake her up.”
“Is it over?” The tabby warrior stumbled to a halt, following the gaze of his Clanmates toward his mate’s body. “Ferncloud?” He stiffened. “Ferncloud!” He raced to her and tugged at her pelt with a frantic paw.
Birchfall and Icecloud joined him. Their eyes glistened as they gazed at their mother’s body.
Dustpelt jerked around. “Don’t just stare! Get Jayfeather.”
Firestar dipped his head. “It’s too late, Dustpelt.”
Eyes bright with anger, Dustpelt curled his lip. “Why didn’t you protect her?” His gaze flitted to Icecloud. “Where were you when she needed you?”
Firestar approached the tabby warrior. “No one could have saved her,” he murmured. “Not even you.”
Dustpelt looked up at the ThunderClan leader. “I could have,” he insisted. “I would have. If I’d been here.”
Firestar touched his muzzle to Dustpelt’s shoulder. “She saved the kits from Brokenstar.”
The thorns at the entrance quivered again as a battered warrior staggered, bleeding, into camp. Hawkfrost.
“The battle’s over,” Firestar growled.
“Not for him.” Brambleclaw followed Hawkfrost in. “I found him in the forest trying to run back to his Clanmates.”
Hawkfrost glared at the ThunderClan deputy. “Let me return to my Clan.”
Yellowfang stirred and lifted her head to watch the two warriors.
Ivypool darted forward, her eyes dark. “You killed Hollyleaf!” She sprang toward the gray tom. He slammed her away but she landed nimbly and turned on him again.
“No!” Dovewing raced to help but Firestar blocked her way.
“Let Ivypool settle this,” the ThunderClan leader ordered.
“But he might kill her!” Dovewing’s breath caught in her throat as she watched Ivypool fly at Hawkfrost, claws flashing.