Rowanclaw and Tawnypelt were padding along side by side, talking together and clearly unaware that any cat could overhear them. Violetshine stayed as far back as she could, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping. The pine trees grew close together here, and her paws made no sound on the thick layer of needles that covered the ground.

“Is this what you really want?” Tawnypelt was asking Rowanclaw as Violetshine crept into earshot. “To end ShadowClan forever? We’re one of the five Clans, remember. I’m sure the rest of our Clan would support you if you decided you’d made a mistake.”

Rowanclaw looked as if he could barely meet her gaze. “Without Tigerheart, there’s no point,” he responded, his voice full of grief. “I wasn’t a strong sun. Puddleshine told me he saw in it in a vision, before Tigerheart left. . . . So I don’t see how ShadowClan can go on.”

Glad that neither cat seemed hostile to Leafstar, Violetshine twitched her tail, torn between wanting to hear what they said and feeling reluctant to intrude. Rowanclaw’s words had brought her own ShadowClan roots vividly back to her mind. She wanted nothing more than to be a SkyClan warrior, and yet she couldn’t pretend she didn’t feel deep sadness at the loss of ShadowClan. She knew too that some of the younger ShadowClan cats felt even worse: at least Violetshine had kin in SkyClan.

But what can any of them do if Rowanclaw doesn’t want to lead?

Violetshine could sense clouds gathering on the horizon, and she felt a sudden chill, like claws of frost probing through her pelt. It gave her a weird feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn’t put her paw on what that might be. The forest suddenly seemed strange and foreboding.

Turning back, she spotted Hawkwing rounding the trunk of a pine tree. “We’ve patrolled, so we can head back to camp, right?” she meowed as he padded up to her. “Rowanclaw and Tawnypelt can find the bedding from their old camp, if there’s any left.”

Hawkwing gave her a curious look. “We’re not finished with the patrol,” he said. “Leafstar wanted us to go to the old ShadowClan camp with Rowanclaw and Tawnypelt, remember?”

Violetshine’s pelt prickled with embarrassment. “Right,” she meowed. “It’s just . . .”

She was aware of her father’s gaze resting on her. “So why are you in such a hurry?” he asked.

Somehow Violetshine couldn’t raise her head to look at him. She didn’t reply to his question, even though she knew the answer. When she thought about how unsettled life was in SkyClan, and how uneasy some cats seemed, she was suddenly nervous about the idea of Tree leaving SkyClan.

Suppose I get back to camp and he’s gone?

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3