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Firepaw and Phantompaw both burst into the camp at about the same time. They looked at her for a moment with wide eyes before Phantompaw quickly changed his form back to Spiritpaw. They crept around the edge of the clearing towards Yellowfang's nest.

"Yellowfang," Firepaw hissed urgently. "Yellowfang! Wake up; it's important!"

Two orange eyes opened and glinted in the moonlight. "I wasn't sleeping." meowed Yellowfang quietly. She sounded calm and alert. "You came straight from the Gathering to me? That must mean you've heard." She blinked slowly and looked away. "So Brokenstar kept his promise."

"What promise?" Spiritpaw felt very confused. Yellowfang seemed to know more than they did about what was going on.

"ShadowClan's noble leader promised to drive me from every Clan territory, " Yellowfang replied dryly. "What did he say about me?"

"He warned us that our kits were in danger as long as we sheltered the ShadowClan rogue. He didn't say your name, but ThunderClan guessed who he was talking about. You must leave before the others get back. You are in danger!" Firepaw pressed.

"You mean they believed Brokenstar?" Yellowfang flattened her ears and swished her tail angrily.

"Yes!" Firepaw meowed urgently. "Darkstripe says you're dangerous. The other cats are scared of what you might do, Tigerclaw is planning to come back and...I don't know...I think you should go before they get here!"

In this distance they could hear the yowls of angry cats. Yellowfang struggled stiffly to her paws. Firepaw gave her a nudge to help her up. "What did Brokenstar mean when he warned us to keep a close eye on our kits?" he couldn't stop himself from asking. "Would you really do something like that?"

"Would I what?"

"Would you harm our kits?"

Yellowfang flared her nostril and looked steadily at him."Do you think so?"

Firepaw met her gaze. "No. I don't believe you would ever harm a kit. But why would Brokenstar say such a thing?"

Spiritpaw was about to say something before the noise of the cats came nearer, and with it, the scents of aggression and anger. Yellowfang looked wildly from side to side.

"Go!" Firepaw urged. Her safety was more important than his curiosity.

But Yellowfang remained where she was and stared at him. A calm look suddenly came into her wide eyes. "Firepaw, Spiritpaw, you both believe I'm innocent, and I'm grateful for that. If you believe me, then others might. And I know Bluestar will give me a fair hearing. I can't run forever. I'm too old. I shall stay here and face whatever your Clan decides for me." She sighed and sank down onto her bony haunches.

"But what about Tigerclaw? What if he-"

"He is headstrong, and he knows the power he has over the other Clan cats-they are in awe of him. But even he will obey Bluestar."

Rustling in the undergrowth beyond the camp boundary told them that the cats were almost at the entrance.

"Go away, you two," hissed Yellowfang, baring her blackened teeth at them. "Don't make trouble for yourselves by being seen with me now. There is nothing you can do for me. Have faith in your leader, and let her decide what happens to me."

They realized Yellowfang had made up her mind. Firepaw touched his nose to her patchy fur, then crept silently away into the shadows to watch. Spiritpaw crept over beside him. He touched his tail to his brother's flank and made them both invisible. Firepaw blinked and looked in his direction with wide eyes.

Through the gorse came the cats-Bluestar first, accompanied by Lionheart. Frostfur and Willowpelt were right behind them. Frostfur raced away from the troop immediately and ran toward the nursery, the fur on her tail bristling in alarm. Tigerclaw and Darkstripe strode into the clearing, shoulder to shoulder, looking grim. The others followed behind, with Ravenpaw and Graypaw at the rear. They both looked around for Firepaw and Spiritpaw and frowned when they couldn't find the other apprentices.

Around the camp, the cats who had stayed behind began to wake up. They must have scented the aggression and heard the tension in the voices of the returning cats, for they all came running into the clearing, their tails held high.

"What has happened?" Runningwind asked.

"Brokenstar has demanded hunting rights for ShadowClan in our territory!" replied Longtail loudly enough for all the cats to hear.

"And he warned us about a rogue cat who will harm our kits!" added Willowpelt. "It must be Yellowfang!"

Meows of anger and distress rose from the crowd.

"Silence!" ordered Bluestar, leaping onto the Highrock. Instinctively, the cats settled in front of her.

A loud screech made every cat turn its head toward the fallen tree where the elders slept. Tigerclaw and Darkstripe were dragging Yellowfang roughly from her nest. She shrieked furiously as they hauled her into the clearing and dumped her in front of the Highrock. Spiritpaw felt his hackles begin to raise in anger. Firepaw had dropped into a low crouch beside him.

"What is going on?" demanded Bluestar, jumping down from the Highrock and glaring at her warriors. "I gave no order to attack our prisoner."

Tigerlcaw and Darkstripe instantly let go of Yellowfang, who crouched in the dust, hissing and spitting.

Frostfur appeared from the nursery and pushed her way through to the front of the Clan. "We got back in time," she meowed with a gasp. "The kits our safe!"

"Of course they are!" snapped Bluestar.

Frostfur seemed taken aback. "But...you are going to throw Yellowfang out, aren't you?" she meowed, her blue eyes wide.

"Throw her out?" spat Darkstripe, unleashing his claws. "We should kill her now!"

Bluestar fixed her piercing blue eys on Darkstripe's angry face. "And what has she done?" she asked with icy calm.

"You were at the Gathering! Brokenstar said she-" Darkstripe began.

"Brokenstar said only that there is a rogue somewhere in the woods," meowed Bluestar, her voice menacingly quiet. "He did not mention Yellowfang by name. The kits are safe. For as long as she is in my Clan, Yellowfang will not be harmed in any way."

Spiritpaw calmed himself and sat down.

Yellowfang looked up at Bluestar and narrowed her eyes respectfully. "I will leave now, if you wish it, Bluestar."

"There is no need," Bluestar replied. "You have done nothing wrong. You will be safe here." The ThunderClan leader lifted her gaze to the crowd of cats that surrounded Yellowfang and meowed, "It is time we discussed the real threat to our Clan: Brokenstar. We have already begun to prepare for an attack by ShadowClan," Bluestar began. "We'll carry on with those preparations, and patrol our borders more frequently. WindClan has gone. RiverClan has given hunting rights to ShadowClan warriors. ThunderClan stands alone against Brokenstar."

A murmur of defiance rippled through the cats, and Spiritpaw felt himself prickle with anticipation.

"Then we're not going to agree to Brokenstar's demands?" meowed Tigerclaw.

"Clans have never shared hunting rights before," Bluestar answered. "They have always managed to support themselves in their own territories. There is no reason why this should change." Tigerclaw nodded approvingly.

"But can we defend ourselves against a ShadowClan attack?" asked Smallear's tremulous voice. "WindClan didn't manage it! RiverClan won't even try!"

Bluestar met his old eyes with her steady gaze. "We must try. We will not give up our territory without a fight."

All around the clearing, the other cats were nodding in agreement.

"I shall travel to the Moonstone tomorrow," Bluestar announced. "The warriors of StarClan will give me the strength I need to lead ThunderClan through this dark time. You must all get some have a lot to do when daylight comes. I wish to talk with Lionheart now." Without another word, she turned and strode toward her den.

The Clan cats hurriedly gathered in groups, meowing in hushed voices full of excitement. Spiritpaw dropped their invisibility and they hurried over to their friends. Graypaw flicked his tail happily when he spotted them.

"What's the Moonstone?" Firepaw asked Graypaw. Spiritpaw perked his ears to listen.

"It's a rock deep underground that shines in the dark," whispered Graypaw. His voice was hoarse with awe. "All Clan leaders have to spend one night at the Moonstone when they are first chosen. There, the spirits of StarClan share with them."

"Share what with them?"

Graypaw frowned. "I don't know," he admitted. "I know only that the new leaders have to sleep near the stone, and as they sleep, they have special dreams. After that, they have the gift of nine lives, and take the name 'star."

"So what happened?" mewed Dustpaw eagerly, popping his head out of the den. He seemed to forgotten how much he resented the new apprentices in his eagerness to hear about the Gathering.

"It's like Longtail said. Brokenstar demanded hunting rights..." Graypaw began.

Sandpaw and Dustpaw sat and listened. Spiritpaw got up and padded away silently. Firepaw noticed something was wrong and followed him. "What's wrong?" he mewed.

"It's a cat I saw. Ghosttail. He worries me," he admitted.

"Why does this cat worry you?" Firepaw asked.

"He has ghost powers like me. Our clan doesn't know what they're about they're about to face." he said.

"You should tell Bluestar."

Spiritpaw nodded in agreement before they were suddenly interrupted by Lionheart. "You two will be coming along with the other three to the Moonstone with us tomorrow." Spiritpaw's eyes lit up.

"Thanks for letting us know," Spiritpaw dipped his head respectfully.

"Bluestar wants you to rest now," Lionheart continued. "But first go to Spottedleaf and collect the herbs you will need on this expedition. It's a long way. You will need something to give you strength and quell your appetite. There will be little time for catching prey."

Spiritpaw and Firepaw nodded. "If it's alright, I'm going to go speak with Bluestar for a moment. I discovered something important at the Gathering that she needs to hear." Spiritpaw suddenly told him.

"What is it?" Lionheart asked seriously.

"It would be easier to tell you both at once rather than repeating myself over and over." Spiritpaw insisted.

Lionheart nodded and led them towards their leader. Bluestar looked up at them in surprise. "What is it, Lionheart? Was there something else you needed?" she asked.

"These two apprentices tell me they need to tell us something important that they learned at the Gathering." Lionheart told her.

"In private. What I have to say may frighten some of the other warriors, and I don't want to be the one to tell them the wrong way." Spiritpaw told her.

"Alright. We can speak in my den. Would you be against some of the other senior warriors listening as well?" she asked. They shook their heads. Bluestar beckoned with her tail for both Tigerclaw and Whitestorm to come over. The two senior warriors bounded over to them.

"What have these two apprentices done now?" Tigerclaw sneered.

Bluestar looked him in the eye. "They say they have information to share. Come." she lead them into her den and sat down in her nest. "Now what is it you have to tell us?"

The other warriors looked at Spiritpaw expectantly.

"As you all know by now, I have special powers that an ordinary cat shouldn't. I'm a halfa. Half ghost. Half cat." they nodded. He'd decided not to keep this a secret anymore. He wanted to trust his clan.

"While most of this regarding your… uniqueness… is news to me. What has that got to do with anything?" Tigerclaw growled impatiently.

"I'm getting there," Spiritpaw hissed. "Anyways. As it turns out... I am not the only halfa in the Clans, as we had thought. There is another."

Bluestar's eyes glinted with interest. "Go on."

"His name is Ghosttail." Spiritpaw described the fierce looking tabby, and how his eyes glowed unnaturally red.

"How do you know he's a halfa, and not just a cat with unique eyes?" Whitestorm asked him.

"Just before he spoke to me, my ghost sense went off. This is a unique ability I have to detect other ghosts. Also, this cat immediately knew my other half just by looking at me. He told me to watch out from now on, and told me that defeating ShadowClan wouldn't be as easy as I thought it would be. I'm worried about the danger this cat could pose to the clan. You've seen what I can do." he explained.

Bluestar seemed to be deep in thought. "I will tell our patrols to keep an eye out for this cat. Thank you, Spiritpaw."

Spiritpaw dipped his head and slipped out of the den with Firepaw behind him. "Let's go ahead and see Spottedleaf." he meowed as they padded towards the medicine clearing. She was already giving herbs to Graypaw. She looked up at them and beckoned them over with her tail.

"Hello Spottedleaf. We're here to get our herbs." Firepaw greeted her.

Spottedleaf nodded and gestured towards some leaf wraps. "There are two here for you and Spiritpaw."

They gently picked the wraps up in their teeth. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Spottedleaf gently rubbing Firepaw's cheek with her nose.

Graypaw picked up the remaining two parcels before they turned and headed back through the tunnel.

"Good luck!" Spottedleaf called after them. "Travel safely."

They arrived at the entrance to their den and dropped the bundles.

"Well, I just hope these herbs don't taste too revolting!" muttered Graypaw.

"Don't get your hopes up," Spiritpaw purred. "Medicine typically tastes pretty bad."

"It must be a long way to the Moonstone. We've never been given herbs before. Do you know where it is?" Firepaw asked.

"Beyond Clan territory, at a place called lies deep underground in a cave we call Mothermouth." Graypaw told him.

"Have you ever been there before?" Firepaw seemed to be impressed.

"No, but all apprentices have to make the journey there before they become warriors."

Firepaw looked even more excited now. The idea of becoming a warrior must have made him giddy, Spiritpaw thought.

"Don't get your hopes up. We still have to finish our training!" Graypaw warned, as if reading his thoughts.

"Maybe we do. Bluestar said she might make Spiritpaw a warrior in a few days." Firepaw said jealously.

Graypaw stared at him. "Already?! No fair!"

Spiritpaw laughed a little. "I think my battles have made an impression."

Firepaw looked up for a moment. "We should get some sleep," he mewed.

Spiritpaw nodded in agreement and padded into the den with Firepaw right behind him. They curled up and went to sleep.