Leafpool’s Wish

The she-cat glanced at her once more, then padded out of the den. Leafpool stretched out as flat as she could with her belly propped awkwardly beside her. No more journeys to the Moonpool, little ones. StarClan has done as much as it can for us. Perhaps Yellowfang was right, and giving you to Squirrelflight was the only way to keep us here. But if Squirrelflight doesn’t want to, then we will have to find our own path.

She smoothed her paw over the uncomfortable swelling. She knew the kits would come in the next quarter-moon. She would have to leave the camp in time to find a safe place to give birth. After that, she had no idea what would happen. If her Clanmates refused to accept her kits, she would have to give up her place in ThunderClan forever. Other cats had left, so Leafpool knew she could survive. It would be hard to hunt for food while the kits were still nursing, but Leafpool could cope with going hungry for a while. She would eat as much as she could from the fresh-kill pile before she left, and hope that none of her Clanmates were watching too closely.

By the following sunrise, Whitepaw was sitting up in her nest and complaining strongly about not being allowed out of the den. It was the best sign so far of her recovery. Brightheart knew better than to fuss over her daughter, and instead surveyed her from a distance, offering food and soaked moss in between the complaints.

Leafpool beckoned Brightheart farther into the cave with a twitch of her tail. “Would you mind if I left the camp for a while?” she asked.

Brightheart’s single eye stretched wide. “Is something wrong?”

“I… I have to go in search of an herb that doesn’t grow in our territory. StarClan told me to go when I visited the Moonpool.”

“Are we going to be struck by greencough this leaf-bare?” Brightheart mewed worriedly.

Leafpool shook her head. “Not that I have heard. Will you take care of my duties while I’m gone?”

“Of course,” the she-cat mewed. “But don’t stay away too long, Leafpool. We need you here.”

Firestar was less easy to convince. “Is StarClan sure that we need this herb?”

“Completely.” Leafpool felt her pelt crawl. She hated lying to any of her Clanmates but especially her father, who trusted her to interpret the signs from their ancestors. She wondered if StarClan would forgive her for using them falsely.

“Then you’ll have to go, of course,” Firestar meowed. “Did StarClan say how long it might take to find this plant?”

Leafpool swallowed. “I might be away for more than a moon.”

The ginger tom blinked. “A moon? This herb must be very important.”

Sandstorm entered the leader’s den in time to overhear. “Do you have to go, Leafpool? Couldn’t it wait until after leaf-bare?” Her voice was gentle, but the words burned into Leafpool’s fur. Does she know why I have to leave?

“No, it can’t wait,” she insisted. She gazed at her father. “StarClan wouldn’t send me away if there was any danger to my Clanmates. I promise I will come back as soon as I can.”

Firestar twitched his tail. “And you have to go alone, do you?”

Leafpool nodded, but at that moment Squirrelflight burst into the den. “No, she doesn’t! I’m going with her!”

Leafpool stared at her sister. Squirrelflight continued, “Is it true, what Brightheart said? That you’re leaving ThunderClan?”

“Only for a while,” Leafpool whispered.

“Then I’ll come with you,” Squirrelflight meowed.

“I’d be happier if you weren’t alone,” Firestar admitted.

“So would I,” Sandstorm murmured.

“You may go if you take Squirrelflight with you,” Firestar meowed, as if that was his final decision.

Leafpool glanced at her sister, whose jaw jutted in determination, and nodded. “Very well. Thank you, Firestar.”

He rested his muzzle briefly on top of her head, then watched her walk out of the den. At the bottom of the stones, Leafpool turned to Squirrelflight. “You know why I’m going, don’t you?”

Squirrelflight nodded. “Yes, and I am keeping my promise to help you however I can.”

“Have you told Brambleclaw?”

“That I’m going away with you for a while? Yes.” Squirrelflight curled her lip. “He tried to persuade me to stay here and let Thornclaw or Rainwhisker go instead, but I said that you had asked for me.”

Leafpool suddenly felt exhausted by the lies, the half-truths, the weight of the secret that dragged in her belly. “I’m glad you are coming,” she murmured.

Squirrelflight touched Leafpool’s ear with the tip of her tail. “I could never let you go through this alone.”

They left just before sunhigh, not that the sun was visible through the dense yellow clouds that hung above the tops of the trees. Brambleclaw curled his tail with Squirrelflight’s and seemed to be trying to persuade her to change her mind. But Squirrelflight shrugged him off.