Chapter Seven
Windstar arrived first, leaping up to stand beside her. “I see you’ve named a new deputy at last,” she said, nodding down to where Raven Pelt stood beside her own deputy and mate, Gorse Fur. “Good choice.”
RiverClan and SkyClan were streaming into the clearing, and Riverstar and Skystar joined them at the top of the Great Rock. Skystar only nodded solemnly, but Riverstar seemed cheerful.
“I hope you called this Gathering to tell us you’ve found a great territory for SkyClan,” he meowed brightly.
“It’s not about that,” Shadowstar told him, then raised her head. ThunderClan was entering the clearing. Thunderstar and Sparrow Fur led the way, followed by a group of ThunderClan’s largest warriors, all surrounding a smaller cat. Shadowstar caught her breath.
Thunderstar leaped onto the Great Rock without looking at Shadowstar, and sat neatly, his tail wrapped around his paws. Skystar, she saw, was staring at his son, puzzled.
“Since we’re all here now, Shadowstar, do you want to report on the territory up by the Highstones?” Windstar asked briskly.
Shadowstar slashed her tail. “The territory’s a possibility, but that’s not why I called this Gathering.” She took a deep breath and quickly told the other cats what had happened, from her suspicions that Quick Water had led the dogs to attack her and Sun Shadow to the
Thunderstar stood up in a smooth, fluid motion. He was the largest and youngest of the leaders, a powerful opponent. Shadowstar didn’t want to have to fight him.
“I understand why Shadowstar and Skystar want to exile Quick Water, but I don’t think she’s to blame for what happened to Shadowstar,” he announced. “And I’m not going to drive a cat I trust off my own territory because another Clan tells me to.”
Skystar growled at Thunderstar. “If I choose to exile one of my cats, it’s my business. It’s not your place to interfere.”
“You exiled one of your Clanmates without even listening to her side of the story!” Thunderstar growled back. Father and son were facing off now, nose to nose, their teeth bared. “You
Unease rippled through the gathered cats. Every warrior had heard some of the stories about how Clear Sky, as he was then known, had rejected his son for moons, leaving him to be brought up by Gray Wing. Now that they were both Clan leaders, they had long had a more friendly relationship—but right at that moment, Shadowstar worried that old wounds had been reopened.
“I can’t believe that Quick Water would do anything like this,” Riverstar broke in. “There must be some kind of misunderstanding.” The usually serene silvery-gray tom’s green gaze was distraught.
Windstar looked out at the cats gathered below the Great Rock. “Let’s not fight among ourselves. The best way to resolve this is to hear what Quick Water has to say,” she meowed calmly.
Surrounded by her guard of ThunderClan warriors, Quick Water got to her paws, seeming calm and poised despite a quick, nervous flick of her tail. “I’ve done nothing wrong,” she began, and a chorus of hisses and growls from the ShadowClan cats drowned out her voice.
“Liar!”
Windstar yowled above the commotion, “
The gathered cats quieted, and Quick Water continued. “I’m sure that Shadowstar and her cats did scent me over near the Highstones.” She looked up at Skystar. “I was so worried about maybe having to leave our territory that I traveled up there to scout around. I’m sorry I didn’t ask for permission first. But I didn’t go there to hurt any cat.”