“Sparkpelt! Sparkpelt!”
Pride surged through Alderpaw’s pelt as he called his sister’s new warrior name. His Clanmates cheered around him.
Graystripe’s mew sounded farther around the clearing. The elder was m urm uring to Millie. “I thought they’d choose Sparkfire for her warrior name. She looks more like Firestar than any cat I ever saw. It would be a good way to remember him.” He sighed. “But I suppose Bramblestar is leader. He must know what he’s doing.”
Sparkpelt stood beside Bramblestar in the center of the clearing, her chin and tail high. Joy shone in her bright green gaze. The bright half-moon shone in a clear black sky, lighting the camp and striping the Highledge with shadow.
Bramblestar brushed his m uzzle along Sparkpelt’s chin. Squirrelflight hurried forward and touched noses with her. Alderpaw shifted uneasily. He was try ing to ignore the envy pricking in his paws. Sparkpelt deserved her warrior name. She’d been a great apprentice from her first day of training. Cherry fall and Brackenfur had announced that she had perform ed brilliantly during her assessm ent, catching a pigeon and two m ice and outwitting Cherry fall in a m ock fight with a battle m ove she’d thought up herself. And y et Alderpaw couldn’t help wishing that he were standing in the clearing beside her instead of watching.
He glanced at the moon. Would StarClan speak to him at tonight’s m eeting at the Moonpool?
Perhaps they would tell him that his apprenticeship was nearing its end. Longingly he im agined Jayfeather giving him his medicine-cat name while his Clanmates looked on. Would Jayfeather finally stop telling him what to do?
“Alderpaw!” Sparkpelt’s mew called him from his thoughts. Their Clanmates were drifting to the edges of the camp, back to the prey they had left so they could witness the nam ing cerem ony.
He hurried to m eet her. “Congratulations!”
She looked as happy as a kit. “Thanks.” She touched her m uzzle to his cheek. “It’ll be y ou next,” she prom ised softly.
“I hope so,” he sighed.
Jayfeather stom ped past them, his tail flicking. “Stop wishing and hurry up, Alderpaw. We don’t want to be the last cats to arrive.”
Sparkpelt’s gaze followed the medicine cat toward the camp entrance. “I think y ou’re great,” she whispered to Alderpaw. “The way you put up with him. I’d have thrown all his dum b herbs into the lake by now.”
Alderpaw swallowed back a purr. “I’ve been tem pted.”
Sparkpelt nudged him away. “You’d better go.” Jayfeather was already disappearing through the entrance tunnel. “I’ll see you when you get back!” she called as Alderpaw turned to follow him. Sparkpelt would be sitting vigil in the clearing until dawn, to honor her new name.
At least Alderpaw didn’t envy her that. The clear sky meant a chilly night. There was probably frost on the m oor. “Don’t get cold!” he called over his shoulder.
“My new name will keep m e warm!”
Alderpaw purred as he ducked through the tunnel.
Jayfeather was already halfway up the rise. Alderpaw hurried to catch up with him.
They m et Mothwing and Willowshine at the border and followed the stream as it cut between m oor and forest, tracing it back toward the hills where it rose.
Alderpaw scram bled up a boulder after Jayfeather. The stream tum bled over rocks beside them. “Should we wait for Leafpool and Puddlepaw?”
“They’re already there,” Jayfeather answered without pausing. “Can’t you sm ell their scent?”
Alderpaw opened his m outh, tasting the faint trace of Leafpool am ong the tang of water, stone, and heather.
“I wonder how Puddlepaw’s training is going,” Mothwing called out behind them.
“What’s the point in wondering?” Jayfeather answered gruffly. “We’ll find out when we get there.”
“We’d probably get there quicker if a blind cat weren’t leading the way,” Mothwing mewed fondly. She hurried to catch up to Jayfeather. “He’s as grum py as an elder,” she breathed, rolling her eyes as she bounded past Alderpaw.
“I heard that,” Jayfeather huffed. “And you know I can follow this trail as well as any sighted cat.”
“Sorry, Jayfeather,” Mothwing purred. “I forgot you have the hearing of a bat.”
Willowshine fell in beside Alderpaw as the older cats chatted. “How’s your training going?”
“I think I’m doing okay,” Alderpaw whispered. “I’m not sure if Jayfeather agrees.”
“I don’t think Jayfeather’s agreed with any thing his whole life,” Willowshine purred. “You’ll be a great medicine cat, though. You’re being trained by one of the best.”
Alderpaw swallowed back a sigh. Jayfeather might be one of the best, but there were day s when being trained by a badger might be easier.
He was out of breath by the time they’d clim bed the last rocky ridge. He hauled him self over the edge, his heart lifting as he saw the Moonpool below. It lay at the bottom of the shallow hollow, ringed by sm ooth cliffs. Tonight the water was so still that the moon reflected in it without a shim m er. He let Willowshine lead him down the slope, dim pled by countless paw steps. At the bottom he saw Leafpool.
She was hurry ing to m eet Jayfeather as he reached the water’s edge. “How’s the Clan? Are they well?” Leafpool’s eyes glittered eagerly.
“A few belly aches and thorn pricks,” Jayfeather told her. “Nothing to worry about.”
Alderpaw j oined them, happy as he sm elled Leafpool’s fam iliar scent. “Every one misses y ou,” he told her.
Leafpool’s eyes rounded with longing. “I miss you too.” She glanced toward Puddlepaw, who was staring into the moonlit water blankly.
“How’s the training going?” Jayfeather asked.
“We’re m aking progress,” Leafpool told him.
Alderpaw searched her gaze. Did that mean Puddlepaw was doing better than when he’d visited her in camp? Before he could ask, three shapes appeared at the edge of the hollow.
In the moonlight Alderpaw could make out Kestrelflight. He was flanked by two WindClan warriors. Gorsetail and Sedgewhisker followed him stiffly down the paw-worn path.
Jayfeather and Leafpool exchanged glances.
“Why’d he bring them?” Leafpool hissed.
Mothwing called out. “This m eeting is for medicine cats!”
“We’re not stay ing.” Gorsetail halted as Kestrelflight reached the water’s edge.
Leafpool blinked at Kestrelflight. “Is every thing okay?” She nodded toward his Clanmates.
“You don’t usually bring com pany.”
“Onestar’s orders.” The WindClan medicine cat sounded apologetic. He nodded to Gorsetail and Sedgewhisker. “I’ll be fine now. You’d better go.”
“We’ll wait outside the hollow until y ou’ve finished,” Sedgewhisker growled. She turned and clim bed up the slope. Gorsetail followed.
Alderpaw’s pelt prickled uneasily. The warriors seem ed edgy. Kestrelflight’s fur was ruffled.
“What’s happened?” Mothwing padded closer, her eyes round with curiosity.
“Onestar is worried about the rogues,” Kestrelflight explained. “He’s ordered every cat to have an escort if they leave camp.”
Jayfeather’s ears twitched. “Doesn’t he trust StarClan to watch over y ou?”
Kestrelflight shifted his paws. “Since the fight with the rogues, he doesn’t seem to trust any one.” He frowned. “If only I’d been there when he was hurt. I might have helped him.”
“There was nothing you could have done,” Jayfeather told him gruffly.
Alderpaw blinked sy m pathetically at the WindClan medicine cat, remembering his own guilt over Sandstorm’s death. Is this what it means to be a medicine cat? To always regret the lives you couldn’t save?