Hollypaw gazed at the trees above the hollow as the sun bleached away the half-light. The sky paled to blue and the air began to warm. Beside her, Lionpaw shifted on his paws, and Jaypaw tasted the air. The birds began to sing again. Late-season bees began to rise sleepily from the grass around the edge of the camp and buzzed away on heavy wings. But, despite the sun on her pelt, Hollypaw was still shivering, her scratched and aching body trembling beyond her control.

What just happened?

She turned to ask Jaypaw. If StarClan had hidden the sun, surely he must know something. But he was hurrying away to join Leafpool as she weaved among the anxious and wounded cats.

“Can you stretch out your forepaws?” Leafpool asked Brackenfur. The golden tom winced as he tried.

“Shoulder wrench,” Leafpool concluded. “Go and wait by the halfrock. I won’t be long.” She moved on to Whitewing. The warrior’s snowy pelt was darkened by patches of blood. “Any sprains or wrenches?”

“Just scratches,” Whitewing answered.

“Then wait beside the warriors’ den,” Leafpool ordered. “We’ll bring you ointment as soon as we can.”

“Thornclaw’s sprained a hind paw,” Jaypaw called.

“Help him over to the far end of the clearing and let him rest below Highledge,” Leafpool told him. She moved on, sending Hazeltail and Poppyfrost to wait with Whitewing.

Hazeltail dropped into a crouch beside Whitewing. “How could the sun disappear?”

“The sky was clear blue, so it couldn’t have been a cloud,” Poppyfrost breathed.

“Clouds never make it dark and cold like that,” Whitewing added.

Leafpool looked at them sharply. “You should be licking those scratches, not chattering like finches!” She nudged Birchfall and then Berrynose toward Thornclaw. “Wait over there.”

Birchfall limped across the clearing, keeping his swollen forepaw off the ground. “I don’t see why StarClan should hide the sun from us!” he meowed indignantly.

Berrynose hopped alongside him, a hind paw held out gingerly behind him. “WindClan should never have started the battle. It serves them right if StarClan are angry with them.”

Hollypaw glanced at her brother. He was watching the Clan. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he mewed.

Didn’t he want to talk about the vanishing sun? “You’re very quiet.”

“Yeah.” Lionpaw glanced up at Highledge, where Millie was picking her way down the tumble of rocks. Briarkit swung from her jaws. Daisy followed, holding Toadkit.

“Let’s help them,” Lionpaw suggested. He darted away toward Highledge.

How did he have so much energy left? Hollypaw felt weighted with exhaustion, and the scratches and bites that covered her body, though not deep, were stinging. Sighing, she followed.

“I could have walked down myself!” Toadkit flailed his paws crossly.

“Keep still, or we’ll both fall!” Daisy’s rebuke was muffled by his scruff. She jumped down the last few paw steps and looked back at Millie. “Are you okay?”

Millie nodded. Briarkit was dangling wide-eyed under her chin.