Spottedleaf glanced up. A white tom was trotting down the slope toward them. “Whitestorm!” she purred. “Is Bluestar with you?”

“She was a moment ago.”

“I still am!” Bluestar burst from the trees and raced after Whitestorm. “I would have kept up with you if Tallstar hadn’t stopped me.”

“What did he want?” Spottedleaf asked.

“He was fretting, as usual.” Bluestar glanced at Yellowfang’s flea-bitten nose and curled her lip. “Bad luck,” she sympathized. “I didn’t think there were any fleas here.” Spottedleaf let out a soft mrrow and flicked the tip of her tail against Yellowfang’s shoulder.

“Tallstar?” Yellowfang prompted, shrugging Spottedleaf away.

“He’s worried about the kits,” Bluestar explained.

Yellowfang’s tail twitched. “Hollypaw, Lionpaw, and Jaypaw?”

“Who else?” Bluestar sighed. “The prophecy has gotten under his pelt like a tick.”

“But their training is going well,” Spottedleaf pointed out. “They each seem to be figuring out their path at last.”

“That’s true.” Yellowfang stared at her paws and added quietly, “But there’s so much they don’t know.”

“They’re still very young,” Bluestar warned.

Yellowfang looked up. “That doesn’t mean we have to deceive them.”

“Do you think it would help if they knew everything?” Bluestar countered.

Yellowfang’s shoulders stiffened. “Lives begun in deception are always lived in shadow.”

Bluestar sat down. “They cannot know the truth. We have kept this secret for a reason—one that we all agreed upon, Yellowfang. We have to do what is right for the Clan.”

Yellowfang tipped her head to one side. “It’s a lie. How can that be right?”

“It wasn’t us who lied to them in the first place,” Whitestorm reminded her.

“But we go on hiding the truth,” Yellowfang argued. “I still think there’s too much secrecy in their lives.”

“They know about the prophecy,” Spottedleaf put in.

Yellowfang shifted her paws. “The prophecy! I wish they’d never heard about it. I wish I’d never heard about it! Sometimes I think it would have been better if they hadn’t been given their powers at all.”

Spottedleaf brushed her tail along Yellowfang’s flank. “You know we had nothing to do with that,” she soothed. “We just have to hope they use their powers wisely, for the good of ThunderClan.”

“Just ThunderClan?” Whitestorm looked thoughtful. “If their powers are so great, shouldn’t they be used to help all the Clans?”

Bluestar widened her eyes. “These kits were born into ThunderClan! They have been raised as loyal ThunderClan warriors. Why should they feel responsibility toward any other Clan?”

Yellowfang narrowed her eyes at the old ThunderClan leader, but said nothing.

“Some things we must agree to differ on,” Whitestorm meowed peaceably. “The most important thing is that the kits respect and listen to their warrior ancestors.”

“Yes,” Spottedleaf agreed. “We must make sure they take notice of what we tell them.”