Darktail seemed so unfamiliar with the way the Clans lived.
Then understanding started to grow inside
Alderpaw, like a flower unfolding from a bud.
Perhaps the prophecy meant something different from what he had thought at first.
Maybe SkyClan was “in shadow” not just because they lived in a distant and forgotten place, but because they had lost their connection to the warrior code, and everything that made Clan cats different from rogues.
Alderpaw’s whiskers twitched happily. “If you like,” he meowed to Darktail, “I’ll take some of your cats on a tour of your territory to see what herbs we can find, and show them what they’re used for. Of course,” he added modestly, “I’m only an apprentice.”
Darktail seemed unconcerned by Alderpaw’s inexperience. He gave an approving nod. “Hey, Rain!” he yowled.
The long-furred gray tom sprang up from where he sat at the edge of the river, talking to Needlepaw, and bounded over to his leader.
“What do you want, Darktail?” he asked, with a respectful dip of his head to his leader.
“Go with this cat,” Darktail ordered, indicating Alderpaw with a flick of his tail.
“He’s going to look for herbs and tell you what to do with them. Listen to him—he’s an apprentice.”
“Okay,” Rain responded, though he looked as confused as Alderpaw felt. Darktail said
“I’ll come too,” Needlepaw added, sidling up to them. “I’d like to get a better look at the gorge.”
Alderpaw couldn’t imagine why Needlepaw would want to see any more of such a barren, dirty place, but there was no point in objecting.
Rain took the lead as the three cats headed downstream, passing the den that Alderpaw was sure must have been Echosong’s at one time.
With every paw step Alderpaw began to feel more optimistic. If he could teach these cats how to treat illness, they might start to show more compassion for one another, instead of heartlessly ignoring sick cats like Flame. They would start to feel and behave more like a real
Clan. And then they could return to the forest as real allies.
Alderpaw shifted restlessly in his den, unable to sleep. He kept thinking about the tour of the territory he had taken with Needlepaw and Rain, and how much Rain needed to be taught. They had found yarrow and more tansy, and Rain had seemed to think that these two herbs could cure everything.
“You’ll need to search for herbs on either side of the gorge,” Alderpaw had pointed out.
“And maybe even travel farther than your usual hunting territory. There are lots of different diseases that can strike a cat, and they need different herbs and different kinds of treatment.”
Rain had shrugged, seeming okay with that.
“It might make more sense for Darktail to lead us to new territory soon,” he had meowed.
Now Alderpaw curled up more tightly and tried to will himself into sleep. He was desperate for another vision, perhaps a visit from Sandstorm to reassure him that everything was happening how it was supposed to. He knew deep within himself that there was something not right about SkyClan. However hard he tried to tell himself that it was only because they had lived apart from other Clans for so long, he couldn’t shake the feeling that all this was somehow
Then a reason occurred to him, and he shivered all over, wanting to mewl in terror like a tiny lost kit.
As Alderpaw’s shuddering died away, he was distracted by the sound of voices. He had already discovered how the walls of the gorge trapped sound, so it was useless trying to have a quiet conversation, or say anything they didn’t want the SkyClan cats to hear. He wrapped his tail over his ears to blot out the sound, only to raise his head alertly as he heard Darktail’s voice.
“It will be easy.”
As silently as he could, Alderpaw edged toward the entrance to the den and peered out into the darkness. There was just enough light from the moon for him to make out Darktail and Rain a few tail-lengths away, along with a long-furred black she-cat named Raven.
“I don’t know… ,” Raven mewed doubtfully. “The journey will be long and hard.
I’ve heard stories about huge Thunderpaths out there, and how many cats lose their lives on them.”
“Thunderpaths hold no fear for us,” Darktail responded with a dismissive wave of his tail.