Bluestar's Prophecy

“I know you better than that!” Snowfur’s pelt was bristling. “If it had been any other RiverClan cat, you’d be telling the whole Clan how you chased him off, not making excuses for him.”

“I’m not making excuses.”

But Snowfur wasn’t listening. “You can’t make friends with cats from other Clans! It’s against the warrior code! And Oakheart, of all cats! He thinks he’s StarClan’s gift to the Clans. He’ll cause nothing but trouble. What about Thrushpelt? He’s been following you around for moons. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. Why don’t you like him? He’s one of the nicest warriors in the Clan.”

“Nice!” Bluefur scoffed. “Besides…” She glared at Snowfur. “I’m not looking for a mate. I don’t want to end up in the nursery suckling kits.”

Snowfur spun around, looking furious, and Bluefur instantly regretted her words.

“I didn’t mean there was anything wrong with having kits!” she called.

But Snowfur was marching up the bank, her tail kinked angrily over her back. She disappeared into the undergrowth.

Mouse dung! Why didn’t she think before she spoke? It was all Oakheart’s fault. Why did he have to come over there in the first place? She didn’t want a mate. And even if she did, it wouldn’t be him! A RiverClan cat? Never!

Bluefur hurried after her sister, following her scent trail through the undergrowth. As the oak trees turned to pine, she pushed through a clump of ferns, still fresh with Snowfur’s scent. She wanted to apologize. She’d brought her sister into the forest to cheer her up, but she’d just upset her instead.

“Snowfur?”

The white warrior was crouched behind a pine root, fur twitching along her spine, her jaws open to taste the air.

“Get down,” Snowfur hissed. “I smell ShadowClan!”

Bluefur ducked beside her. Sure enough, the stench of ShadowClan was fresh on the breeze. It mingled with the scent of the Thunderpath, several tree-lengths away.

Bluefur wrinkled her nose. More than one cat scent tainted the air. “Should I get a patrol?” she whispered.

“There are no more than three of them,” Snowfur murmured. “We can take them ourselves.” She crept forward over the tree root and slithered under a bush. Bluefur slid in beside her. Now she could clearly hear ShadowClan voices muttering a few tail-lengths ahead.

“You should never have chased it over the Thunderpath.”

“But I nearly had it!”

“It’s gone now.”

Bluefur peered through the leaves and saw three pelts huddled in a small clearing between the pines.

“Let’s go back.” A black tom spoke.

“No!” a tortoiseshell she-cat insisted. “I can still smell the squirrel. It’s close.”

The black warrior flicked his tail. “ThunderClan has been as jumpy as fleas since RiverClan took Sunningrocks. We should go.”

“I’m not worried about ThunderClan,” meowed a mottled tabby tom. “They’ll be busy patrolling the RiverClan border. We’ll just get the squirrel and take it back over the Thunderpath. They’ll never know we were here.”

“You heard Sunstar at the last Gathering,” the black tom cautioned. “He said he’d shred any cat who crossed the border—kittypet or Clan.”

The tabby tom sighed. “Okay,” he conceded. “Let’s go.”

The tortoiseshell stiffened. “No! I can smell the squirrel.”

Small paws skittered nearby. The ShadowClan cats pressed themselves to the ground.

“This way!” The tortoiseshell began to stalk, keeping low.

Snowfur growled, “If they think they’re going to hunt on ThunderClan territory, they’ve got another think coming.” She leaped out from the bush and skidded in front of the ShadowClan warriors, her back arched and her claws unsheathed. “Stop right there!”

The ShadowClan cats flinched away, tails bushing.

Bluefur pelted after her sister. “Mangy crow-food eaters!” She bared her teeth, a growl rumbling in her throat.

The tortoiseshell blinked. “Is that it? Two cats? Not much of a patrol.”

“Enough to deal with you!” Bluefur spat.

The black tom straightened, eyes gleaming. “You think so?”

The tabby snarled. “If you’re all ThunderClan can come up with, I think we’ll catch this squirrel and then go home.”

“Oh, no, you don’t!” Snowfur launched herself at the tabby, knocking him sideways with a crashing blow from her forepaw.

The tortoiseshell’s eyes widened with shock. Even Bluefur was startled. “Snowfur…,” she began.

“I’ve been stuck in camp too long to miss the chance for a fight,” Snowfur spat.

There was no way Bluefur was going to let her sister battle these trespassers alone. Springing forward, she lashed out with unsheathed claws at the black tom, slitting his nose. He pelted, yowling, into the bushes.

The tabby tom scrabbled to his paws. “Let’s get out of here!” he yowled.

Snowfur hurtled after the fleeing ShadowClan warriors, screeching like a whole battle patrol. Bluefur was on her tail. They would teach those crow-food munchers a lesson they wouldn’t forget!

The forest brightened ahead where the trees opened onto the Thunderpath. The ShadowClan cats pelted out into the sunshine, and Snowfur hared after them. Bluefur raced from the trees, blinking against the sudden brightness.