Tallstar’s Revenge

Tallkit swallowed back a purr and kept digging. The hole was so deep now that his hind legs ached each time he reached down.

“Slow down,” Sandgorse warned.

“I’m okay—” As Tallkit answered, his hind paws shot out from beneath him. Muzzle first, he crashed into the hole. Pain seared through his paws as they twisted the wrong way, his claws bending back as they caught on the soil. A wave of earth smothered him, choking him and pushing him farther into the hole. Help! I’m being buried alive!

Teeth sank into his tail, dragging him up. “Are you okay?” Sandgorse let go and stared into Tallkit’s face.

“No!” Tallkit’s muzzle throbbed and his claws burned. “I can’t do this! I hate digging holes, and I don’t want to be a tunneler!” A wail rose in his belly as soil stung his eyes. “Palebird!” Chest heaving, he turned and raced for the nursery.

Chapter 2

Sandgorse bounded after him. “You were doing really well.”

“I was not!” Anger surged through Tallkit as his eyes watered from the grit. “I fell in! And hurt my claws!” He stumbled to a halt outside the nursery and held up a paw.

“You just snagged them. They’ll be okay.”

Tallkit blinked through tears. “You don’t know that!” Hazily he spotted Palebird’s black-and-white pelt at the nursery entrance.

“Tallkit!” She slid onto the grass. “What happened?”

Tallkit flung himself against her soft fur. “I fell in and soil got in my eyes.” He screwed them up as Palebird began to lap at them gently.

“Is that better?” She paused and waited while he opened them gingerly. The stinging had stopped. He shook his head, spraying earth from his ears.

“I hurt my paws, too.”

Palebird leaned down and sniffed them. “They’re fine,” she mewed. “Let’s go inside.”

“Tallkit!” Sandgorse stepped closer. “You can’t give up yet!”

“Leave him,” Palebird murmured. “He’s frightened.”

Tallkit glanced over his shoulder. Sandgorse’s green eyes were round with worry. “I’ll try again later,” he meowed reluctantly.

“We’ll see.” Palebird nosed him gently into the den.

“He’s got to learn—”

Tallkit didn’t hear the rest of his father’s mew. Palebird’s fur was swishing in his ears as she guided him to their nest. He curled into the soft sheepswool lining. “Where’s Brackenwing?” Barkkit’s mother was gone. “And Mistmouse?” The ginger queen’s nest was empty and there was no sign of Ryekit, Doekit, or Stagkit.

“Brackenwing’s at the prey heap.” Palebird settled into the nest beside him. “Mistmouse went hunting.”

“Hunting?” Queens didn’t hunt. They looked after their kits.

Palebird sighed. “She’s missed being out on the moor these past moons. And her kits don’t need her anymore.”

The entrance to the nursery rustled as Brackenwing pushed her way in. She carried with her the scent of fresh rabbit. “Who’s missed the moor?” Heather rustled as she settled into her nest.

“Mistmouse,” Palebird told her.

Brackenwing ran her tongue around her lips. “I haven’t felt the wind in my fur for too long,” she mewed wistfully.

Tallkit nestled against Palebird. “Do you miss being underground?” She’d been a tunneler before he’d been born.

“Of course.”

Tallkit wasn’t convinced. Who’d want to spend the day in the dark?

Brackenwing flicked her tail over her paws. “You won’t be tunneling for a while, Palebird.” The ginger queen’s mew sounded ominous.

Tallkit’s gaze flicked anxiously toward his mother. “Why not?”

“My kitting was hard. I lost Finchkit.” Palebird shifted beside him. “It’ll take me a bit longer to recover.”

Tallkit searched her gaze. He could never tell whether his mother was sad or just tired. “Why did Finchkit die? Did you kit her wrong?”

“Hush!”

Brackenwing’s sharp mew surprised him. Had he said something bad? Palebird liked talking about Finchkit. “Did StarClan want her?” he pressed.

Palebird sighed. “I guess they did.”

But not me. Why had StarClan left him with Palebird? Perhaps they wanted him to cheer her up. “What color was Finchkit’s pelt?” Tallkit asked.

Palebird’s gaze clouded. “Ginger, like your father’s.”

“I don’t know why you gave Finchkit a name,” Brackenwing muttered.

“She needed a name,” Palebird answered.

“She only lived for a moment.” Brackenwing frowned. “StarClan would have named her.”

Tallkit felt his mother tremble. Talking about Finchkit didn’t seem to be cheering her up. He pawed at her cheek softly, trying to distract her. “I’ve got sand in my ears.”

“Have you, dear?” Palebird leaned down and began washing his ear fur.

Relieved to feel her soften beside him, Tallkit snuggled closer. He didn’t even remember Finchkit. Am I supposed to?

A shadow darkened the nursery entrance. “Have you calmed him down yet?” Sandgorse stuck his head through the gorse. “The sooner he starts digging again, the better.”

“I’ve just gotten him cleaned up,” Palebird objected.

“We’ll practice some other skills,” Sandgorse promised.