Path Of A Warrior

Thunderstar growled in annoyance. “We settled this, Shadowstar. Quick Water explained why her scent was there. Let’s not let this come down to teeth and claws. You were mistaken about who attacked you.” He hesitated, just for a moment. “You must have been.”

Shadowstar met his gaze. “I know you want to believe her, Thunderstar, but I’m not mistaken.” She turned to Skystar, her voice pleading. “There’s still time to avoid a fight. Exile Quick Water. Drive her out of Clan territory, and we’ll walk away. No cat will have to fight… .”

As she had known he would, Skystar drew back, angry and offended. “I’m not going to punish an innocent warrior because you tell me to. This is SkyClan territory.”

Thunderstar’s meow was more diplomatic. “We’re keeping Quick Water safe because she’s done nothing wrong. Please, Shadowstar, Windstar, trust that we can see that even if you can’t.”

Windstar hissed. “It’s you two who aren’t seeing clearly. You’re blinded by your affection for Quick Water. See the facts!”

Looking from Skystar to Thunderstar, Shadowstar could see that arguing with them would be useless. Quick Water, huddled in the midst of the cats behind Skystar, had her shoulders hunched, as if there were a cold wind rushing over her. She’ll never leave, Shadowstar thought. Not by her own choice, anyway.

Shadowstar charged toward the gray-and-white cat, knocking past Flower Foot, who fell back with a grunt. But before she could reach Quick Water, something slammed into her side, throwing her to the ground. Gasping for breath, Shadowstar rolled over, kicking her hind legs up to throw off her attacker, and saw Thunderstar’s large ginger form above her. “Stop this!” he yowled, and she twisted and pummeled him, throwing him off. Climbing to her paws, she came face-to-face with Birch, a SkyClan warrior.

All around, the forest had erupted into battle. Gorse Fur was tussling with Owl Eyes, his teeth bared in a snarl. Mouse Ear and Honey Pelt were rolling over and over, their claws tearing at each other’s fur. Windstar was fighting with Thunderstar now, and Juniper Branch was holding her own against Skystar, dodging the furious swipes of the gray tom’s paws. Every warrior in these four Clans seemed to be locked in combat.

Shadowstar clawed at Birch, leaving a long bloody scratch across his chest. We’ve been at peace for so long, she thought miserably. Now that’s ruined. Birch fell back a pace, then launched himself at her, snarling, and she rose up on her hind legs to meet him.

As they grappled, teeth bared and claws extended, hissing and yowling, she saw past Birch’s shoulder.

Raven Pelt!

He and Quick Water were circling each other, backs arched. Shadowstar saw with a jolt of dismay that her deputy had a long bloody gash across his flank. As she watched, Quick Water charged forward, catching Raven Pelt off balance with a blow to his leg.

Raven Pelt stumbled, and Quick Water leaped upon him, her claws extended for a vicious blow.

No. Not again!

Shadowstar was not going to stand by and watch another one of her deputies die. She had failed Sun Shadow—but she was not going to fail Raven Pelt.

He would live to be the next leader of ShadowClan.

Shadowstar crashed past Birch and sprang at Quick Water, knocking her backward and away from Raven Pelt.

“Get away,” she hissed to her deputy. “This is my fight.” He drew back but stayed near, his tail slashing the air agitatedly, guarding her back.

As she and Quick Water eyed each other, it felt to Shadowstar as if the sounds of the battle around them quieted. She could hear nothing but her own and Quick Water’s harsh breathing.

“You’re a murderer,” she meowed softly, and she thought she saw a flash of guilt in those amber eyes. “You don’t belong here anymore,” she went on.

Quick Water looked at her with an agonized, lost expression, and then she sprang, slashing her claws at Shadowstar.

Shadowstar reared up and away, feeling the claws drag down her chest. A sudden warm wetness spread across her body. For a heartbeat, that was all. Then her vision blurred and she swayed on her paws.

Am I dying? Quick Water was staring at her, and behind the gray-and-white she-cat was a circle of other faces: her own Clanmates, SkyClan cats, WindClan, and ThunderClan. It was as if all the fighting had stopped and they were only watching her, still and shocked.

Not yet. I can’t die for the last time and leave a murderer in the Clans. With the last of her strength, Shadowstar struck, slicing her claws across Quick Water’s belly. She heard Quick Water yowl in pain. Then her legs gave way, and she fell. There was a thud as Quick Water collapsed heavily beside her, moaning.