Hollyleaf shrugged and turned away. When our father learns who we are, he’ll be so proud of us! Maybe he doesn’t even know about us! Maybe he’s always wanted kits, and now he has three warriors to be his kin for the rest of his life.

Closer to the camp, she managed to catch a mouse, though she had to admit to herself that it looked ready to die of old age and hadn’t even tried to run. Prey was scarce, and by the time they reached the stone hollow she and Lionblaze hadn’t caught anything else, but Jayfeather had found a clump of yarrow and now padded along with a bunch of the herb in his jaws.

When Hollyleaf pushed her way into the clearing, followed by her littermates, she spotted Spiderleg, Birchfall, and Hazeltail clustered together near the fresh-kill pile.

“I don’t think Sol’s gone,” she heard Birchfall meow as she padded across with her prey. “He’s lurking about somewhere.”

Hazeltail shivered. “I hope not. I knew all along we should never have brought him back.”

Spiderleg shrugged. “He can’t do any more harm. Let him go where he likes.”

“And kill more cats?” Hazeltail’s neck fur rose. “That’s mouse-brained!”

“If he’s here, our patrols will find him,” Birchfall reassured her, touching her shoulder with his tail. “And Firestar—”

He was interrupted by a call from Dustpelt, who came bounding over from the barrier around the snake’s hole. “I’m alerting every cat,” the brown tabby warrior meowed. “That mouse with the deathberries hasn’t been touched. The snake must be still around.” He dashed off to warn Brambleclaw and his patrol, who had just appeared through the tunnel.

A sense of power thrilled through Hollyleaf from ears to tail-tip. ThunderClan had never felt so alive! Every cat was working together to face the threats that surrounded them. There was nothing they couldn’t do! And I could do anything too, if I could lead them!

“Hollyleaf.” The black she-cat started as Leafpool spoke behind her; dropping her prey on the fresh-kill pile, she spun around to see the medicine cat with Squirrelflight at her side.

“We need to talk,” Squirrelflight mewed.

Hollyleaf stared at Leafpool, her heart suddenly thundering in her chest. Is she going to tell the others what I did?

Then Leafpool gave a tiny shake of her head, and Hollyleaf relaxed.

“What do you want to say to us?” Lionblaze asked; he had come up to deposit his prey in time to hear what Squirrelflight had said.

“Yes, what have we got to talk about?” Jayfeather added, his challenging tone muffled by his mouthful of yarrow stems.

“Not here,” Leafpool murmured with a glance at the cats close by. “Come with us into the forest.”

Hollyleaf hesitated, exchanging a glance with Lionblaze. He seemed to be waiting for her to decide. Then she nodded. “Okay. We’ll talk to you.”

When Jayfeather had deposited the yarrow in the medicine cats’ den, Squirrelflight led the way into the forest as far as a huge oak tree with moss-covered roots.