Lionpaw took the lead, and Sol fell in behind. Jaypaw skittered after Lionpaw like a kit, trying to make him go faster, as if he couldn’t wait to have his first lesson from Sol. Hollypaw was used to seeing her brother stomping reluctantly about the camp as he carried out his apprentice duties. Now he was so excited, she wondered why she felt only fear.

But it was exciting, wasn’t it? Just because she would be more powerful than the warrior code didn’t mean she’d have to destroy it. She would have the power to preserve it forever. Sol had said so. It was more than she had ever hoped for: the ability to secure the future of all four Clans for all the moons to come.

They retraced their steps to the ShadowClan border, then followed the scent markers toward their own territory. It was late, the sun sinking toward the treetops and Lionpaw was pushing the pace, clearly keen to get Sol settled and return to camp. Had they been missed? How would they explain their disappearance?

A rustle in the bushes on the other side of the border made Hollypaw jump.

Jaypaw halted, pulling on Lionpaw’s tail. “Shh!”

The cats ducked, trying to hide, but it was too late.

“What in the name of StarClan are you doing there?” Russetfur’s eyes burned in the shadows, wide with astonishment.

“Don’t worry,” Hollypaw whispered to Sol. “ShadowClan were our allies in the battle today.”

“Are you spying on us?” Russetfur’s mew was sharp. “Did Firestar send you?”

Jaypaw straightened up and faced the ShadowClan deputy across the scent line. “Like Firestar would send me to spy,” he meowed sarcastically.

“Then what are you doing here?” Russetfur demanded.

Smokefoot padded out of the shadows behind her. He was staring at Sol, his gaze lingering on the cat’s soft fur and blunt claws. “Looks like Firestar’s adopting another kittypet,” he declared.

Sol frowned. “Kittypet?”

Lionpaw glanced at him. “He means a cat born in a Twoleg nest.” He turned to Smokefoot, eyes gleaming. “Sol isn’t a kittypet.”

“Then he’s a loner,” Smokefoot growled. “And no more welcome in a Clan than a kittypet.”

A tabby she-cat with long unkempt fur slid in beside her Clanmates. “Oh, but ThunderClan welcomes everyone,” she sneered.

Lionpaw unsheathed his claws.

Russetfur stiffened. “Shut up, Kinkfur,” she hissed. “I don’t want any more fighting today.” Her mew seemed edged with fear. Hollypaw noticed for the first time how tatty the ShadowClan deputy’s pelt was. Dried blood crusted the tip of one ear, and Smokefoot’s eyes were dull with tiredness. The battle had taken its toll on ShadowClan, too. She spotted Owlpaw behind his Clanmates. The apprentice was gazing fearfully up at the sun, fiery now as it slid behind the treetops. Were they afraid that StarClan would hide it again if they started fighting?