Rising Storm

A medicine cat has no time for doubt. Put your energy into today and stop worrying about the past.

Thank you for bringing me to ThunderClan. Tell Bluestar I have always been grateful for the home she gave me. This is a good place to die. I only regret that I will miss watching you become what StarClan has destined you to be.

He knew Sandstorm liked and respected him, far more than he would ever have expected when he first joined the Clan, but it had never occurred to him that she felt anything stronger than friendship for him. Suddenly he pictured the soft sparkle in her pale green eyes when she had licked his stinging paws, and his fur began to prickle with a sensation he had not felt before.

And with a cold shiver of dread, Fireheart realized that the new leader of ShadowClan was Tigerclaw.

Fireheart,” the voice murmured again. “Beware an enemy who seems to sleep.” “What do you mean?” asked Fireheart, his chest tightening. “What enemy?” “Beware!

He knew he had been unfair, but they had asked a question he wasn’t ready to answer, a question so frightening that he couldn’t begin to think what it might mean. What if Bluestar never recovered?

After Goldenflower had padded away, Fireheart stepped forward and leaned down to lick Runningwind’s dull pelt. “I will avenge your death,” he promised softly. As he backed away, he saw a figure step forward from

Ravenpaw dipped his head. “Even if we aren’t Clanmates anymore, you will always have my friendship and loyalty.” Fireheart blinked away the emotion that clouded his eyes.

Fireheart had been so eager to prove to the Clan that kittypets were as good as forestborn cats, he hadn’t even considered that Cloudpaw might prefer life with the Twolegs. Fireheart loved his life in the forest, but he had chosen it for himself. Only now did it occur to him that Cloudpaw had been given to the Clan by his mother, passed along as a kit before he was old enough to make his own decision.

Whitestorm went on. “Tigerclaw’s treachery has shaken the whole Clan.

Green eyes met green eyes for a long moment; then Fireheart turned and crept warily through the trees. He

As they climbed onto the bank at the other side, the two cats could only stare in horror at the remains of their beloved woodland. “Seeing this place from across the river was the only comfort I had,” murmured Graystripe.

He padded across the clearing to join her. As he laid his pigeon beside her and started to eat, he heard her