“You will today.” Tigerheart dipped his head to the young tom.
“I guess it sounds interesting.” Ajax wandered over the Silverpath, his fur gleaming in the afternoon sun, and headed onto the scrub. “I’d like to stretch my legs before I go home.”
Tigerheart leaped over the Silverpath, careful not to touch it. It gleamed suspiciously, and stank of Thundersnake scent. Fuzzball followed him. On the other side, Tigerheart tasted the air. As the Thundersnake stench settled, he smelled the aroma of leaves and, breathing deeper, could just taste the musky scent of prey. He licked his lips. “Let’s go this way.” Keeping low, he pushed between two spiky bushes and followed a scuffed trail through the scrub. His nose twitched excitedly as the scent of prey grew stronger. He saw peck marks around the stems of the bushes and could smell that they were fresh. It must be a bird, a large one by the look of it.
Fuzzball and Ajax set the bushes rustling behind him as they followed.
“Are we tracking something?” Fuzzball asked loudly.
“Hush!” Tigerheart glared at the kittypet over his shoulder. If he carried on yowling like that, he’d scare their prey away.
Fuzzball looked apologetic and followed quietly for a few moments before yowling again. “I can smell something nice. Is that what we’re hunting?”
Ahead, a fat grouse fluttered noisily into the air, its beating wings sending dust swirling over the scrub.
Tigerheart flattened his ears in frustration. He turned on Fuzzball. “We’re not here to talk. We just hunt, okay?” he whispered through gritted teeth. He nodded to a side trail leading away between the bushes to one side. “I need you to go down there until you can’t see me anymore and then sit as quietly as you can and listen for badgers.”
“Badgers?” Fuzzball frowned at him, puzzled. “There aren’t any badgers here.”
“Then listen for foxes, or dogs.” Anything! Just keep out of my way. As he nodded Fuzzball away, he saw that Ajax had disappeared. He rolled his eyes as he thought, This is like leading a patrol of kits. Then he purred, remembering that he should try to get used to this. He would be seeing his own kits very soon, and—one day—he’d be teaching them how to hunt. “Where did Ajax go?”
“I don’t know,” Fuzzball answered cheerfully. “I guess he got distracted. There are lots of good smells here.” He looked along the trail where Tigerheart had nodded. “So I go that way, right?”
As he spoke, Tigerheart heard the thump of a rabbit’s paws. He stiffened, scanning the bushes for movement.
Fuzzball raised his front paws off the ground and peered over the top of the bushes like a squirrel. “I see a rabbit! It’s over there!” With a yowl he plunged into the undergrowth.
Pushing back frustration, Tigerheart strained to hear past Fuzzball as he crashed through bushes like a dog.
Ajax ambled along the trail toward him. “Caught anything yet?”
Tigerheart dug his claws into the earth. Why had he invited these two kittypets along? With all the noise they were making, he’d never catch any prey. He swallowed back irritation. Hunger was making him irritable.
Fuzzball’s yowl split the air. “It’s heading toward you!”
Tigerheart turned in surprise as brown fur flashed past him and disappeared between the bushes. He pelted after it, his fur prickling with excitement. The rabbit was plump but fast. It swerved beneath a sage bush. Tigerheart dived after it, his belly brushing the earth as he skidded under the low branches. The rabbit shot out the other side and veered toward the hillside, which sloped upward beside them. Tigerheart raced after it, fighting to keep his balance as he made a tight turn and cut across the rabbit’s path. It pulled up, its eyes wide with horror as it saw him. He slammed his paws onto its shoulders and made a fast killing bite.
Paws pounded toward him. “You got it!” Fuzzball’s excited face popped out from the bushes. He stared in delight at Tigerheart’s catch. “I flushed it out!” he announced proudly.
Tigerheart looked at him, swiping the blood from his mouth with his tongue. “Yes, you did.” Fuzzball was a mouse-brain. But he was good-hearted. And at least they’d caught prey. He picked up the rabbit and carried it toward an open stretch of earth on the hillside. Laying it down, he settled beside it, relishing the warmth of the evening sun as it began to melt behind the far hill.
As Fuzzball trotted after him and sat down, Ajax nosed his way from the bushes and sniffed the rabbit, his nose wrinkling. “What do we do now?”
“We eat it.” Tigerheart leaned forward and tore a lump of flesh from the rabbit’s flank. It was warm and juicy in his mouth. “Try some.” He pushed it closer to Fuzzball.
Fuzzball sniffed it gingerly, then grabbed a small mouthful. He chewed for a while and then mewed, with his mouth full, “It’s all fur.” He sounded disappointed.
“Here.” Tigerheart grabbed the rabbit in his paws and tore away a hind leg with his teeth. He laid the bloody stump in front of Fuzzball. “There’s plenty of meat there.”
Fuzzball stared at it, swallowed, then leaned close and took a second mouthful. He chewed unenthusiastically. “Is this what you eat all the time?” he asked warily, as though afraid of the answer.
“Sometimes we eat mice or voles or birds,” Tigerheart told him.
“Does it all taste like this?” He licked his lips clean and shuddered.
“Not really.” How could any cat think a rabbit could taste like a mouse or a bird?
Ajax sat down, keeping his distance from the rabbit. “I think I’ll wait till I get home. It doesn’t smell like real food. And it looks a bit bloody.”
“Of course it’s bloody. It’s prey.” Tigerheart blinked at him. Kittypets didn’t seem to enjoy anything about being a cat. He felt sorry for them. But they seemed happy, and he was happy too, here in the sunshine. The rabbit was tasty and it was all his. For once there were no Clanmates to share it with, and these kittypets didn’t seem to want any. If the journey was as long as Ajax had suggested, he’d need all his strength. He began to purr as he chewed. He’d found a trail that would lead him to Dovewing. He felt freer than he had in moons. His paws itched to begin the next part of his journey.
Quickly, he finished his meal, gulping down most of the rabbit. The kittypets had given up eating and watched him in awed silence, as though they were watching a squirrel chew its own leg.
He sat up and licked his lips, his belly full. “Thanks for your help.” He dipped his head to Ajax and Fuzzball.
Ajax looked along the Silverpath, which followed the valley and curved behind a hill. “You’re really going to walk?”
“Yes.” Tigerheart fluffed out his fur. For the first time he wondered if Dovewing had walked. Perhaps she’d found enough courage to climb into the Thundersnake’s belly. She’s braver than me. Would she forgive him for not making the journey with her? What if he found her and she sent him away? She can’t. They’re my kits too. He wanted to help her raise them. “I have to get going.” Standing here worrying wasn’t going to change anything. He headed toward the Silverpath.
“Good-bye!” Fuzzball called after him. “When you come back, will you take me to meet your Clan?”
Tigerheart glanced back at the orange tom, affection swelling in his chest. Dumb kittypet. He imagined the look on the faces of his Clanmates if he walked into camp with Fuzzball at his side. What if he tried to show them his hunting skills? Tigerheart’s whiskers twitched with amusement until a thought struck him like cold water. Would he ever walk into the ShadowClan camp again? Had he seen his Clanmates for the last time?