“Sorry,” Jayfeather mumbled. Mouse dung! That’s a great way to start….

“Don’t worry,” Longtail mewed peaceably. The blind elder was sitting by Mousefur’s side; Jayfeather heard the rasp of his tongue as he gave himself a thorough wash. “Mousefur has been asleep for ages. It’s time she woke up.”

Mousefur let out an annoyed hiss. “Well, what do you want?”

“I’ve come to check you for fleas,” Jayfeather explained, thinking fast. “One of the apprentices brought some back from patrol.” He hoped neither of the elders would think to mention his lie to any other cat.

“I haven’t been scratching,” Mousefur meowed. “But you can check my pelt anyway.” She settled herself comfortably with her paws tucked underneath her. “Be careful you don’t miss any,” she added as Jayfeather began probing her thick, ungroomed fur. “You’ve been Leafpool’s apprentice for long enough.”

Jayfeather bit back an irritated retort as he realized this could be the opening to the conversation he wanted. “That’s true,” he mewed. “It was the middle of last leaf-bare when I was born, wasn’t it?”

“The coldest leaf-bare I remember,” Longtail agreed. “I remember how thick the snow was. The whole Clan was stunned when Squirrelflight came back to the hollow with three kits! She said they’d been born earlier than she expected, which is why she didn’t have a chance to get back to the nursery, but even still, what queen plans to have kits in the dead of leaf-bare?”

“Thank StarClan she had Leafpool with her,” Mousefur added, twitching her ears as Jayfeather parted the fur on her head. “She’d have been in big trouble otherwise.”

Leafpool! Jayfeather stopped running his claws through Mousefur’s pelt. So Leafpool was the second cat he hadn’t been able to identify. She’d never said anything to him about being with Squirrelflight when he was born….

Locating a bit of twig on the ground, he snatched it up behind Mousefur’s back and cracked it in his teeth. “That’s one flea you don’t need to worry about,” he meowed. Trying to sound as if the answer didn’t matter very much, he added, “Do you remember anything else about Squirrelflight bringing us home?”

“Not a lot,” the elder replied. “It was so cold and snowy, we spent most of our time asleep that leaf-bare. I do remember how surprised every cat was that Squirrelflight hadn’t realized how close she was to having her kits when she went away. But then, she was always scatterbrained, right from when she was a kit.”

“Did you notice anything…odd about that time?” Jayfeather asked, cracking the twig again. He hoped Mousefur wouldn’t think she was infested with fleas.

“Odd?” Mousefur snorted. “Most of what the Clan does these days seems odd to me.”

“I remember,” Longtail put in. “It was around then that Leafpool fed you that funny-tasting herb.”

Jayfeather’s ears pricked. “What funny herb?”

“Oh, how should I know?” Mousefur muttered. “Leafpool brought me some tansy, as usual. I think she expects me to live on the stuff every leaf-bare. And this weird-tasting stuff was mixed in with it.”