The Raging Storm

He knows. Alderheart shifted his paws uneasily. He’d accused Juniperclaw when he’d visited last, and the ShadowClan leader must have guessed what they had come to discuss. But he’s going to make Bramblestar say it out loud.

“Alderheart has told me that Juniperclaw was seen taking deathberry seeds from the medicine den, and that Violetshine saw him afterward beside the SkyClan fresh-kill pile.” Bramblestar spoke slowly.

Dovewing pricked her ears, clearly surprised. Tawnypelt padded closer, while Cloverfoot stopped chewing the mouse she’d been eating.

Strikestone showed his teeth. “Are you accusing my littermate of poisoning Sparrowpelt?”

Tigerstar signaled silence with a sharp flick of his tail. He didn’t take his eyes from Bramblestar. “I thought I’d made my position clear,” he growled softly. “SkyClan has left. The matter is closed.”

“Tigerstar?” Dovewing hurried to his side. “Is this true? Did Juniperclaw use poison?” Her pelt bristled anxiously. Alderheart felt a pang for his former Clanmate. It must be a shock to find that her new Clan was capable of such ruthlessness.

Tigerstar looked at her. “Alderheart has convinced himself that it’s true.”

“Is it?” Dovewing’s mew trembled.

Tigerstar hesitated.

“SkyClan may be gone, but Juniperclaw is still your deputy.” Bramblestar spoke evenly. “Aren’t you worried that a cat capable of such a rogue trick might one day take your place? Is that the future you see for ShadowClan?”

Doubt glistened in Tigerstar’s eyes.

“You can’t ignore this,” Dovewing pressed. “You can’t let ShadowClan become rogues again. Don’t you remember what happened last time?”

Tigerstar blinked at her. “Do you expect me to turn on my Clanmate because of ThunderClan gossip?”

“It’s more than gossip!” Alderheart’s paws pricked with indignation. “We have evidence.”

“Juniperclaw’s not far away.” Dovewing glanced toward the camp entrance. “He’s hunting beside the ditches. Send someone to fetch him; have him explain.”

Tigerstar held her gaze for a moment, then nodded to Scorchfur. “Fetch Juniperclaw.”

Alderheart watched the tom race from the camp. Rain dripped from his whiskers as he waited beside Bramblestar. No cat spoke until, at last, paw steps sounded outside.

Juniperclaw’s eyes were dark as he padded into camp.

Strikestone hurried to his littermate’s side. “Tell these ThunderClan cats that it’s not true!”

Juniperclaw didn’t look at his Clanmate. Instead he glared at Alderheart.

“You knew where I’d buried the seeds!” Alderheart growled. “Shadowkit saw you digging them up. And Violetshine saw you beside the fresh-kill pile. You poisoned SkyClan’s prey!”

Strikestone pressed against Juniperclaw, but the other ShadowClan cats didn’t move.

“Well?” Tigerstar growled. “Is it true?”

Juniperclaw flattened his ears. “I saved ShadowClan from countless battles. We got our land back, and Grassheart was the only cat seriously injured.”

“Not the only one.” Bramblestar’s tail twitched angrily. “Sparrowpelt nearly died.”

Juniperclaw’s gaze flashed toward Tigerstar, doubt showing for the first time. “I did it to protect my Clan!”

“It’s true, then?” Strikestone shrank from his brother.

Relief washed Alderheart’s pelt. Juniperclaw acted alone. ShadowClan’s warriors still had honor. He watched as Strikestone curled his lip.

“Only a rogue would use poison!” the brown tabby snarled. “Did you learn nothing from Darktail?”

Dovewing lashed her tail angrily. “It looks like he learned too much!”

“I’m loyal!” Juniperclaw glanced frantically around his Clanmates. “I saved you from fighting.”

“We are warriors.” Tigerstar stared at his deputy. “We fight. We don’t murder. Did you never learn the warrior code?”

“I protected my Clan!” Juniperclaw backed away.

Pity pierced Alderheart’s chest. How could any warrior be so misguided?

“You are no longer ShadowClan’s deputy.” Tigerstar’s dark gaze fixed on Juniperclaw. “I’m not even sure if you are worthy of being a ShadowClan warrior.” He jerked his muzzle toward Tawnypelt and Scorchfur. “Take him to the warriors’ den and guard it. I will decide his punishment later.”

Juniperclaw’s shoulders sagged as the two warriors escorted him to the den. Silently, he slunk inside.

“I was mistaken.” Tigerstar looked bleakly at Bramblestar. “I shouldn’t have chosen him for deputy. I thought his experience with Darktail would have strengthened his faith in the warrior code, not weakened it.”

“I understand why you did it,” Bramblestar told him. “You wanted to unite your Clan by including those who once betrayed you. It was a noble gesture.”

“But wrong.” Tigerstar dipped his head.

Dovewing pressed against him. “You couldn’t have known that.”

“I wasn’t just wrong about Juniperclaw.” Tigerstar lifted his muzzle to the driving rain. “The storm StarClan warned us about is here, and I drove SkyClan away. I was so focused on rebuilding ShadowClan that I ignored the warning of my ancestors.”