Crowfeather's Trial

Standing beside Lionblaze, his mate, Cinderheart, twitched her ears in amusement, but Crowfeather saw the golden tabby tom look suddenly sheepish, while Heathertail briefly averted her gaze. He knew Heathertail was familiar with the tunnels between the territories — he’d always wondered if she’d explored them alone, or with the ThunderClan cat.

Beside him, Crowfeather sensed Breezepelt bristling. Obviously, he had drawn the same conclusion.

Why can’t he let it go? Crowfeather wondered. Heathertail’s heart is clearly with Breezepelt now, but he still holds on to every scrap of his hostility to Lionblaze.

“I’ve got a better idea.” Breezepelt spoke loudly, and Crowfeather suspected he wanted to distract Heathertail’s attention from the golden ThunderClan warrior. He didn’t even look at Lionblaze, as if his half brother weren’t there at all. “Instead of endangering several cats by trying to drive the stoats out of the tunnels — and maybe driving them over to ThunderClan — why not send in one cat to attack a stoat and draw the others out?”

Lionblaze huffed out his breath. “Are you suggesting we put a lone cat into danger?” he meowed to Breezepelt. “Or are you volunteering to go confront the stoats yourself?”

Breezepelt turned his head to stare at him. “Of course I’m volunteering,” he responded instantly. “Mouse-brain,” he added under his breath, only loud enough for Crowfeather and perhaps Nightcloud to hear.

Crowfeather clamped his jaws shut, not allowing himself to intervene. He felt intensely proud of Breezepelt, but the thought of his son venturing alone into the stoat-infested tunnels made every hair on his pelt bristle with fear.

Then he remembered how he had once thought that a breeze was a kind of wind, driving back the engulfing water in Kestrelflight’s vision. Perhaps Breezepelt was the cat destined to take this risk and save his Clan.

“Are you sure?” Onestar asked Breezepelt.

Breezepelt nodded. “I promised at the Gathering that I would prove myself a loyal warrior,” he declared. “Now I’m fulfilling that promise.”

Crowfeather’s gaze swept over the assembled cats as Breezepelt made his courageous offer, noticing a glint of approval in Onestar’s eyes. Most of the others seemed impressed, too. But when he glanced hopefully at Lionblaze, he saw that his ThunderClan son’s face was set in cold dislike. Crowfeather felt that look like a claw slicing through his heart. Clearly, the offer wasn’t enough for Lionblaze to forgive Breezepelt for trying to kill him.

The need to show his support for Breezepelt flooded over Crowfeather. He wanted to be the father to him that he always should have been. And now he knew how to do it, and at the same time show that he put his Clan’s needs above his own.

It will be dangerous, but if Breezepelt can take the risk, then so can I.

“I’ll go as well,” he meowed, padding up to his son’s side.

A murmur of surprise came from his Clanmates. “It’s not necessary,” Harespring told him.

“I want to support my son,” Crowfeather responded, catching a look of surprise on Lionblaze’s face, and Jayfeather’s. Did I choose the right words there? he asked himself, briefly anxious. Will they think I don’t accept them as my sons? Then he dismissed the worry. This wasn’t the right time. Glancing at Onestar, he added, “I suppose I need to prove my loyalty to WindClan, too.”

Onestar clearly shared his Clan’s surprise, but something in his gaze told Crowfeather that he was impressed, too. “I think we should combine the plans,” he suggested to Bramblestar. “We’ll block every tunnel that we can, and leave just one entrance open, on the WindClan side.”

Bramblestar nodded agreement. “Then Breezepelt and Crowfeather will try to infuriate the stoats—”

“They should find that really easy,” Jayfeather put in.

His Clan leader gave him a stare from narrowed eyes. “Thank you, Jayfeather,” he mewed, an irritated edge to his voice. “As I was saying,” he continued, “Crowfeather and Breezepelt will infuriate the stoats enough to draw them out of the tunnels, where the warriors will be waiting for them.”

“It should work well.” Harespring, who had been sitting at the very edge of the stream near his Clan leader, sprang to his paws. “I’ll lead the patrol to find the tunnels and block them off, if Lionblaze and Heathertail will help.”

“Of course,” Heathertail mewed, and Larkwing added quickly, “I’d like to help, too.”

Birchfall stepped forward from the ThunderClan group across the stream, with Mousewhisker at his side. “We’ll organize the fighters to be ready to spring out and attack the stoats.”

“We’ll be waiting for them,” Blossomfall meowed, pushing forward with Thornclaw hard on her paws.