Rising Storm

Cloudpaw’s urgent mew made Fireheart jump. He saw a white shape tear out of the doorway and flee across the lawn, yowling loudly. The Twoleg turned, distracted, and in that moment Fireheart felt Sandstorm and Ravenpaw shoot away from his side. He chased after them, following Cloudpaw across the grass. Behind them the Twoleg called into the night, the dog yapping at its side, but Fireheart kept running, through the hedge and out into the field beyond, tracking the scents that Cloudpaw, Sandstorm, and Ravenpaw had left until he caught up with them, huddled in a clump of nettles.

Sandstorm pressed herself against him, her whole body trembling. Fireheart looked over her head and saw Cloudpaw staring at him, his blue eyes wide. Fireheart’s relief at finding his apprentice was suddenly tempered by all his old doubts about Cloudpaw’s place in ThunderClan, and he didn’t know what to say.

Cloudpaw looked down at his paws. “Thanks for coming.”

“Well? Do you want to come back to the Clan?” Confusion made Fireheart blunt. He had assured himself that Cloudpaw was safe; now the interests of the Clan began to crowd into his mind.

The young cat lifted his chin, his eyes clouded. “Of course! I know I should never have gone near Twolegs,” he admitted. “I’ve learned my lesson. I promise I’ll never do it again.”

“Why should we believe you?” asked Sandstorm. Fireheart glanced at her, but her tone was mild, not challenging. Ravenpaw stayed silent, sitting with his tail curled neatly over his front paws, his amber eyes missing nothing.

“You came to find me,” Cloudpaw mewed uncertainly. “You must want me back.”

“I need to be able to trust you.” Fireheart wanted Cloudpaw to understand that there were more cats to consider than just him. “I need to know you understand the warrior code, and that you can learn to follow it.”

“You can trust me!” Cloudpaw insisted.

“Even if you can convince me, do you think the rest of the Clan will believe you?” meowed Fireheart gravely. “All they will see is that you left with Twolegs. What makes you think they’ll trust a cat who chose kittypet life over the Clan?”

“But I didn’t choose it!” objected Cloudpaw. “I belong with the Clan. I didn’t want to go with the Twolegs!”

“Don’t be too tough on him,” murmured Sandstorm.

Fireheart was taken aback by her unexpected sympathy for the young apprentice. Perhaps she had been convinced by the seriousness that darkened Cloudpaw’s eyes. He hoped the rest of the Clan would be, too. Fireheart couldn’t keep his anger burning any longer. He leaned forward and gave Cloudpaw a rough lick on the head. “Just make sure you listen to me in the future!” he warned, speaking close to the apprentice’s ear so that he could be heard over the rumbling purr that rose from the young cat’s chest.

“The moon is rising,” Ravenpaw meowed quietly from the shadows. “If you want to be back by sunhigh, we don’t have much time.”

Fireheart nodded and turned to Sandstorm. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Sandstorm answered, stretching her forelegs in front of her.

“Good,” meowed Fireheart. “Then we’d better get going.”

Ravenpaw led the Clan cats as far as the uplands and left them at the bottom of the dew-covered slope that led to WindClan’s territory. Dawn was not far off, but it was the height of greenleaf and the sun rose early. They had made good progress.

“Thanks, Ravenpaw,” Fireheart meowed, touching the black cat’s nose with his own. “You did the right thing, coming to get me. I know it must have been hard, coming back to the forest.”

Ravenpaw dipped his head. “Even if we aren’t Clanmates anymore, you will always have my friendship and loyalty.”

Fireheart blinked away the emotion that clouded his eyes. “Be careful,” he warned the black cat. “Tigerclaw may not know where you live, but we have learned not to underestimate him. Be on your guard.”

Ravenpaw nodded soberly and turned away.

Fireheart watched his old denmate trot across the sparkling grass and disappear into the copse. “If we hurry, we can get to Fourtrees before the WindClan dawn patrol sets out,” he meowed. He set off up the slope, flanked by Cloudpaw and Sandstorm. It was a relief to travel through the uplands before the sun had risen. As they reached the highest part of the uplands, where deserted badger sets lay, the sun lifted its head above the horizon and sent a wave of golden light across the heather. Fireheart saw Cloudpaw watching it in wonder, his blue eyes wide. Hope rose in his heart that the young cat would keep his promise and stay in the forest.

“I smell home,” murmured the white apprentice.

“Really?” meowed Sandstorm doubtfully. “All I smell is old badger dirt!”

“And I smell ThunderClan intruders!”