Rootpaw shuddered to think what that evil presence might do to ThunderClan if he was left in charge for much longer.
“Greetings. Please take me to your Clan leader.”
Rootpaw froze at the sound of that hauntingly familiar voice, letting his claws sink into the ground. Had Bramblestar’s spirit returned after all? Relief bubbled up inside his chest.
Rootpaw whipped around to see that it wasn’t Bramblestar’s spirit who had spoken. It was Bramblestar’s
Sneaking closer, Rootpaw ducked behind two warriors crouched near the fresh-kill pile and watched as Bramblestar approached across the camp. Sparrowpelt was leading him toward Leafstar’s den. Two ThunderClan warriors flanked their leader. The small white she-cat closest to Rootpaw was Whitewing, and on the other side of Bramblestar, Rootpaw recognized the pale gray pelt of Bristlefrost.
Rootpaw’s pads prickled with excitement when he saw her, but he forced himself to stay calm and out of sight. This wasn’t the time to start padding after a cat from another Clan. This looked serious. There was no threat in the gaze or demeanor of any of the three cats, but Bramblestar had clearly come to speak to Leafstar, leader to leader.
Rootpaw remembered anxiously that he hadn’t told Leafstar that the creature leading ThunderClan wasn’t the real Bramblestar. After the encounter in the forest, he had left it up to Frecklewish and Fidgetflake, as the SkyClan medicine cats, to enlighten their leader, but he was sure that so far they hadn’t done so. As far as he knew, the medicine cats hadn’t spoken privately with Leafstar since that night, and Leafstar hadn’t said anything to warn her Clan about strange happenings beyond their borders.
As if his thoughts had summoned them, Frecklewish appeared out of the medicine cats’ den, with Fidgetflake close behind her. Rootpaw spotted them exchanging a glance, and saw how awkward and frustrated they both looked.
Rootpaw’s pelt itched with the need to find out why Bramblestar had come to the SkyClan camp. He scuttled rapidly across the open ground between him and Leafstar’s den and skidded into cover around the back of the stump. Angling his ears forward, he listened as hard as he could, at the same time patting the debris around the oak roots with his paws.
Ruefully he recognized that this wasn’t exactly how a warrior should behave, but he knew that what he was doing was more important.
Though Rootpaw couldn’t see Leafstar from where he was hiding, he could tell that she had emerged from her den in the split at the bottom of the Tallstump and was standing in the entrance. Bramblestar and his escort were close by.
“I have called an emergency Gathering for tonight, because of Shadowsight’s disappearance,” Bramblestar announced, his voice carrying clearly to Rootpaw. “We in ThunderClan have stepped up our punishment and exile of the codebreakers who were named in his vision, and we think all the Clans must do the same. If Shadowsight is not strong enough to enforce his vision—”
“What makes you think Shadowsight isn’t strong enough?” Leafstar interrupted. “Do you have any idea what happened to him?”
“Yes, I have an idea,” Bramblestar responded. “And I’ll share it at the Gathering tonight. In the meantime, Leafstar, you should make sure that you punish any codebreaking cats in your own Clan. It’s vital for us all to do that, so that StarClan will know we’re serious about following the warrior code.”
Leafstar’s tone was distinctly chilly as she responded. “With respect, Bramblestar, who are you to come here and tell me how to run my Clan?” Rootpaw had to slap his tail over his jaws to stop himself yowling in glee, hearing his leader stand up to the interloper. “For a start,” Leafstar went on, “none of my warriors were named in Shadowsight’s vision. For another thing, breaking the code has