A Forest Divided (27 page)

Clear Sky curled tighter around Star
Flower. It was moonhigh, and the she-cat was in a deep sleep, her golden pelt warm. Above them, stars showed between the branches of the oaks.

They had returned to camp after burying Quiet Rain. Acorn Fur and Nettle had hurried to greet him, wondering what had kept him away so long. When he'd told them of his mother's death, they'd brushed past him, showing their sympathy. Alder and Birch had brought him prey, two voles that they'd caught near the snake rocks.

Birch had narrowed his eyes when Clear Sky had given one to Star Flower. “We caught them for
you
.”

Clear Sky glared at him. “We share prey in this camp.”

Alder grunted. “When she disappeared, we thought she'd left again.”

Clear Sky's hackles lifted. “She left you to be with me.”

Had there been gossip while they'd been away? Had his campmates been discussing whether they could trust Star Flower? If only they had seen her loyalty and strength in Tall Shadow's camp, they'd know the answer was yes. She'd encouraged and comforted him selflessly. Tall Shadow and
Gray Wing had seen her devotion and treated her as an equal. Quiet Rain had admired her spirit. Even Thunder had begun to show her a grudging respect.

Grief jabbed Clear Sky's belly as he thought of his kin. For two nights he'd slept beneath the same trees as them. And together they had mourned Quiet Rain's death.
Why do they have to choose different paths from mine?

He closed his eyes, breathing in the warmth of Star Flower's pelt, and let weariness pull him into sleep.

“Clear Sky.”

A soft mew woke him.

He jerked up his head, blinking.

A silver she-cat stood at the edge of his nest, her eyes glittering in the starlight.

“Storm?” He kept his mew low. Star Flower stirred beside him but didn't wake.

What was the spirit cat doing here? He felt a flash of guilt. His hunger for power had driven Storm away while she carried his kits. Now he was nestled beside Star Flower, happier with his life than he had been with Storm. Had she come to reproach him?

“I'm sorry,” he began.

Her eyes widened. “What for?” Her mew was rich with affection. “You have everything you want, and it pleases me to see you settled at last.”

Clear Sky's throat tightened. “I just wish I'd given you happiness when I had the chance.” Unwanted memories began to flit through his mind: Jagged Peak's accident, his quarrels
with Thunder, the battle with Gray Wing. “I have let every cat down. Even Quiet Rain.” He saw again the look of disgust his mother had flashed at him.

“Clear Sky.” Fondness filled Storm's gaze. “Forgive yourself.”

That's what Quiet Rain told me.

“You've made mistakes,” she went on. “But that is part of living.”

“I've driven every cat away.” Clear Sky gazed forlornly at her.

She nodded toward Star Flower. “Not
every
cat.”

He dropped his gaze. “Star Flower understands me.”

Silver light washed Clear Sky's nest, and when he looked up, Storm's pelt glowed like the moon. “The others understand you more than you think. You didn't drive them away—they had their own paths to follow, and they are right to follow them. You will see this, in time.” She glanced up at the stars. “We are all where we belong.”

“Don't you all belong with me?”

Storm purred. “Oh, Clear Sky,” she murmured. “Do you really want your future filled with your past? It's time for you to look forward.” She reached out a forepaw and laid it gently on Star Flower's flank. “Your future lies in here, with these kits. Take care of them.”

Clear Sky felt a chill at his side and blinked open his eyes.

I was sleeping!
Storm had been a dream. He turned to nuzzle Star Flower's belly, his heart filling with love for his unborn kits.

Star Flower!
Where was she? The nest was empty beside him, the moss growing chilly where she'd been.

“Star Flower?” he called under his breath. Had she gone to make dirt? Unease pricking in his pelt, he clambered to his paws and hopped out of his nest.

He stood at the edge of the bracken and pricked his ears. “Star Flower!”

A wail sounded from the trees.

Was she hurt? Were the kits coming too soon?

He plunged through the bracken and raced between the trees. “Star Flower?” Ears pricked, he listened for another cry.

“She's over here.” A nasty yowl rang from the gloom.

The claw of dread hollowed Clear Sky's belly. He jerked his head toward the voice.

Eyes gleamed from the shadows.

“Who is it?” he hissed.

Shapes moved between the trees. He recognized the glow of Star Flower's pelt. Around her clustered three mangy, scarred toms.

Clear Sky unsheathed his claws. “Let her go,” he growled.

“She can leave if she wants.” One of the toms stepped forward. He was a brown tabby with broad shoulders, torn ears, and half a set of whiskers. A flash of white fur showed across his front legs.

Clear Sky peered past him at Star Flower. Why wasn't she trying to escape? She stood meek as a kit between the ginger tom and his brown tabby ally. “Come to me, Star Flower. I won't let them hurt you.”

She didn't move. Fear showed in her eyes.

“Star Flower always was sensible,” the gray tom sneered.

“You
know
these cats?” Clear Sky stared in surprise at Star Flower.

“We grew up together.” The gray tom threw a glance back at Star Flower. “I always thought she'd be my mate, but now she's carrying your kits.”

Fury pulsed in Clear Sky's chest. “Who are you?”

“I'm Slash.” The tom's eyes glittered with self-satisfaction. “An old friend of One Eye's.”

Clear Sky's anger rose, roaring in his ears. “Star Flower is coming with me.” He reared, hissing, but Slash leaped back and grabbed Star Flower. Hooking his claws into her shoulders he hauled her to the ground and pinned her there. The tabby and the ginger tom crouched on either side, their teeth bared.

Star Flower groaned, her eyes wild with terror.

Clear Sky froze. How could he fight them off without Star Flower getting hurt?

“That's better,” Slash snarled. “It would be a shame to wound such a pretty cat . . . and with kits in her belly. The thought of harming them breaks my heart.” His whiskers twitched cruelly.

The ginger tom hissed, his eyes gleaming. “Poor little kitties.”

A chill ran along Clear Sky's spine. He met Slash's gaze, trying to hide the fear in his own. “What do you want?”

“I told you,” Slash hissed. “Star Flower and I go back a long
way. I was One Eye's closest friend.”

Anger sparked in Star Flower's eyes. “Get off me!” She struggled, her paws slithering over the ground as Slash pushed her harder into the soggy leaves. “I never knew what One Eye saw in you!” she hissed. “You're not fit to say his name.”

Slash's ear flattened. “Oh, really?” With a flick of his claws, he sliced her cheek. “Then why did you promise him that you would be
my
mate?”

“That was a long time ago!” Star Flower struggled harder.

Clear Sky felt panic rising as blood welled on her fur. He didn't understand what was happening. He just wanted it to end. “Stop! Tell me why you're here and what you want!”

Slash turned his head slowly toward Clear Sky. He let go of Star Flower and stalked forward, his lip curling. “Don't think we haven't noticed you mountain cats recruiting all the strays you can find.” He tipped his head, his gaze menacing. “Why are you building such big groups? Everywhere we go now, we smell scent markers and see where you've been hunting.”

“So?” Clear Sky tried not to look at Star Flower as she dabbed a paw at her cheek.

“This territory used to be ours,” Slash snarled. “The strays caught prey and shared it with us. So we left them alone. Now they are part of your groups. They think they're safe. They think they don't need to share their catch with us anymore.” He glanced back at the toms. “We're getting hungry, aren't we?”

“If you want prey, take prey!” Clear Sky growled. “There's enough food in the forest to feed three extra mouths.”

“But we're not just three extra mouths.” Slash's eyes narrowed to slits. “There are many of us. Rogues from the Twolegplace. Rogues from beyond the pines and the river. We're more than you could ever imagine.”

“Then why have we never seen you before?” Fear wormed in Clear Sky's belly.

“You never had to,” Slash snarled. “We only had to wander the edges of this land to collect enough prey. The strays who lived here knew how to keep us happy. They'd lay out fresh-kill for us to find. They'd leave the borders unhunted. There was no need to come looking for food here. But the strays hunt for
you
now. And we go hungry.” He eyed Clear Sky with menace. “Why did you mountain cats have to come and spoil everything?”

“We were hungry,” Clear Sky told him.

“That's not good enough.” Slash paced around Star Flower, his sharp eyes flicking over her pelt. “We need to put things back the way they were.”

“We're not leaving!” Clear Sky hissed.

“We're not asking you to leave.” Slash paused beside Star Flower. Pushing his muzzle close to her injured cheek, he licked the blood from her fur with a long, lingering lap. “I just want to meet with the leaders of your groups so we can discuss how you might share your prey with us, like the strays used to.” He glanced up at the sky. The moon was high and bright. “Tomorrow night, at this same time, I want to meet all the leaders on the sunning rocks beside the river.”

Clear Sky stared back at him. What kind of leader would
obey these fox-hearts? “What if they don't agree?”

Slash's tail flicked sharply behind him. “I will kill Star Flower.” He nodded to the tabby tom and padded away between the trees. The tabby grabbed Star Flower's scruff between his teeth and dragged her after Slash. The ginger tom followed, snarling at Star Flower's tail as her legs kicked in a futile attempt to free herself.

Clear Sky's thoughts tumbled over one another. Blood pulsed though his paws. He wanted to run after them and free Star Flower. But she might die.

So might the kits!

He felt sick.

The bracken rustled behind him.

He turned, fur bushing, as Quick Water slunk out.

“Were you watching?” he gasped.

She nodded, her gaze sharp.

“Why didn't you help?”

“Two against four?” Quick Water narrowed her eyes.

“Three against
three
!” Clear Sky hissed. “Star Flower would have fought beside us.”

“Would she?” Quick Water looked unconvinced. “It sounded to me like she and Slash were pretty close once. And you remember how she betrayed us for her father. Why wouldn't she betray us for her father's friend, too?”

Rage pulsed through Clear Sky. “Didn't you see how he hurt her?”

“It could have been part of the act.”

Blood roaring in his ears, Clear Sky lashed out with his paw
and raked Quick Water's face. “Does
that
feel like an act?” he yowled.

Quick Water ducked away as blood shone on her muzzle. She glanced at him resentfully. “Clawing me won't make Star Flower loyal.”

“She
is
loyal!” Clear Sky hissed. “More loyal than my own kin!”

“Only you believe that.” Quick Water rubbed her nose with her paw. “Do you really think the other leaders are going to risk their pelts to save Star Flower?
No cat
will fight those mangy rogues to save a traitor, even if she
is
carrying your kits.”

Clear Sky stared at the old she-cat. Where was
her
loyalty? Didn't she realize these rogues weren't just threatening Star Flower? They were threatening
every
cat! He pushed through the bracken, frustration burning in his pelt. Skirting the top of the mud bank, he barged past the bramble and stalked from the camp. The tops of the trees seemed aflame in the rising sun as he headed for the edge of the forest. Quick Water was wrong. The other cats
would
help. They weren't mouse-brained old fleabags like she was. They'd realize the threat facing them.