Firepaw sat still, her eyes transfixed on the small black tom as shocked yowls spread through the clearing.

He swayed from side to side with a slight stagger from a glistening red wound on his shoulder; his eyes gave away his weariness. But the young tom held his ground. "We m-met five RiverClan warriors beside the stream, not far from SunningRocks, " he went on shakily, "Oakheart was among them."

"Oakheart!" Graypaw gasped beside Firepaw. "He's the deputy of RiverClan. He's one of the greatest warriors in the forest. Lucky Ravenpaw! I wish it could've been me. I'd have really—" Graypaw was silenced by a fierce glance from the old gray tom who had first sensed Ravenpaw's return.

Firepaw turned her attention back to Ravenpaw; he seemed to be getting weaker by the minute.

"Redtail warned Oakheart to keep his hunting parties out of ThunderClan territory. He said the next RiverClan warrior to be caught in ThunderClan territory would be killed, but Oak…Oakheart would not back down. He said his Cl-Clan had to be fed, whatever we threatened." Ravenpaw paused to wheeze for breath. His wound was still bleeding heavily, and he stood awkwardly to keep the weight off his shoulder.

"That's when the RiverClan cats attacked. It was hard to see what was happening. The fighting was vicious. I-I saw Oakheart had pinned Redtail to the ground, but then Redtail…" suddenly Ravenpaw's eyes rolled in his head and he lurched sideways. Half scrambling, half falling, he slithered off the High Rock and collapsed on the ground below.

Without thinking, Firepaw rushed to his side. She sat there and inspected him, a ginger queen joined her side not long after. She licked his cheek briefly. "Spottedleaf! Get away from there, Spottedleaf!" she hissed to Firepaw,

Firepaw staggered back, her eyes transfixed on the ginger she-cat as she continued to cry out.

Out of the fern-shaded corner trotted the pretty tortoiseshell Firepaw had noticed sitting beside Graypaw earlier. She hurried over to Ravenpaw and mewed for the queen to stand back. Then she used her small pink nose to roll the apprentice over so that she could take a good look at the wound. She glanced up and meowed, "It's all right, Goldenflower, his wounds aren't fatal. But I'll need to fetch some cobwebs to stop the bleeding."

Firepaw stood there awkwardly, then turned and walked back to Graypaw's side. When the hushed silence in the clearing was broken by a mournful howl. All eyes turned to the direction it had come from.

A massive dark brown tabby tom staggered through the gorse tunnel, his muscles rippled under his pelt. Between his sharp teeth carried not prey, but the lifeless body of another cat. He dragged the tattered creature into the center of the clearing.

Firepaw craned her neck to get a better look, and caught a glimpse of a bright ginger tail hanging limply in the dust.

Shock rippled through the clan like a chill breeze. Beside Firepaw, Graypaw dropped into a crouch as grief swept over him. "Redtail!"

"How did this happen, Tigerclaw?" demanded Bluestar from her spot atop the Highrock.

Tigerclaw let the scruff of Redtail's neck drop from his mouth. He looked steadily at Bluestar. "He died with honor, struck down by Oakheart. I couldn't save him, but I managed to take Oakheart's life while he was still gloating over his victory. Redtail's death was not in vain, for I doubt we'll see any more RiverClan warriors on our territory again."

Firepaw glanced at Graypaw. The apprentice's eyes were dark with sadness. Firepaw draped her tail over his shoulders, not sure of any other way to comfort him.

After a moment's pause, several of the cats moved forward to lick Redtail's bedraggled fur. As they groomed they purred hushed phrases to the dead warrior.

"What… are they doing?" Firepaw asked, feeling a little self-conscious at the dumb question halfway through.

Graypaw didn't take his eyes off of the dead cat as he replied. "His spirit may have left to join starclan, but the clan will share tongues with him one last time."

"StarClan...?" Firepaw echoed.

"It's the tribe that watches over all the Clan cats. You can see them in Silverpelt."

Firepaw looked confused, so Graypaw explained. "Silverpelt is that thick band of stars you see each night stretching across the sky. Each star is a StarClan warrior. Redtail will be among them tonight."

Firepaw nodded, and Graypaw left her to share tongues with his dead deputy.

Bluestar had remained silent while the first cats came to pay their respects to Redtail. Now she leaped down from the Highrock and walked slowly toward Redtail's body. The other cats retreated and watched as their leader crouched down to share tongues with her old comrade one last time.

When she had finished she raised her head and spoke. Her voice was low and thick with grief, and the Clan listened in silence. "Redtail was a brave warrior. His loyalty to ThunderClan could never be doubted. I always relied on his judgment, for it bore witness to the needs of the Clan, and was never swayed by self-interest or pride. He would have made a fine leader."

Then she lowered herself onto her belly, her head bowed, her paws stretched neatly before her, and silently she grieved for her lost friend. Several other cats came and lay down beside her, their bowed heads and hunched backs echoing her mournful pose.

Firepaw watched. She had not known Redtail, but she couldn't help but feel moved as she watched the Clan mourn.

Graypaw came and sat down beside her again. "Dustpaw will be sad." He remarked.

"Dustpaw?"

"Redtail's apprentice; that brown-striped tabby over there; I wonder who his new mentor will be?"

Firepaw glanced over at the small tom that squatted near Redtail's body, staring unseeing at the ground. Firepaw looked past him to the Clan leader. "How long will Bluestar sit with him?" she asked.

"Probably the whole night," replied Graypaw, "Redtail was her deputy for many, many moons. She won't want to let him go too quickly. He was one of our best warriors. Not as big as Tigerclaw or Lionheart, but quick clever."

Firepaw looked at Tigerclaw, her eyes lingered on his broad face with that ugly scar across the bridge of his nose. She couldn't help but be stuck admiring the strength that swelled in his muzzle and broad head. His massive body showed the signs of his warrior life. One of his ears was split into a deep vee shape.

Suddenly Tigerclaw stood up and stalked over to Ravenpaw. Spottedleaf was crouching beside Tigerclaw's wounded apprentice, using her teeth and front paws to press wads of cobweb onto his shoulder wound.

Firepaw leaned over to Graypaw, her eyes still remaining on Tigerclaw. "What is Spottedleaf doing?"

"Stopping the bleeding. It looked like a nasty cut. And Ravenpaw seemed really shaken up. He's always been a bit jumpy, but I've never seen him this bad before. Let's go and see if he's woken up yet."

The two apprentices made their way through the mourning cats, towards the spot that Ravenpaw lay and settled themselves and settled themselves a respectful distance away till Tigerclaw had finished speaking.

"So… Spottedleaf," Tigerclaw addressed the dark tortoiseshell she-cat, "How is he? Do you think you can save him? I've spent a long time training him up; I don't want my efforts to be wasted at the first battle."

Spottedleaf didn't look up from her work as she replied. "Yes, a pity if, after all your valuable training, he dies in his first fight, eh?"

"Will he live?" Tigerclaw demanded.

"Of course, he just needs to rest."

Tigerclaw looked down at the motionless black shape. He jabbed Ravenpaw with one of his front claws. "Come on then, get up!"

Ravenpaw didn't move, but Firepaw's eyes were transfixed upon that claw, her ears flickering back as a sudden feeling of dread spread through her.

"Look at the length of that claw!" she whispered to Graypaw.

"Too right!" replied Graypaw with a feeling. "I know I don't want to get into a fight with him."

"Not so fast, Tigerclaw!" Spottedleaf placed her paw over Tigerclaw's sharp talon and gently moved it away. "This apprentice needs to keep as still as possible until the cut has healed. We don't want him opening his wound by jumping about trying to please you. Leave him alone."

Firepaw found herself holding her breath as she waited for Tigerclaw's reaction. She guessed that few cats dared to give orders to a warrior like that. The big tabby stiffened, and seemed about to speak when Spottedleaf mewed teasingly. "Even you know better than to argue with your medicine cat, Tigerclaw."

Tigerclaw's eyes flashed at the little tortoiseshell she-cat's words. "Of course I wouldn't dare argue with you, dear Spottedleaf." He purred, as he turned to leave, his amber eyes locked onto Firepaw who cowered back and did not meet his eyes. "Who's this?" he asked towering over them.

"She's the new apprentice, Firepaw." Graypaw mewed.

"She smells like a kittypet." snorted the warrior.

"I was a house cat," Firepaw mewed boldly; stepping forward, "But now I am going to be training to be a warrior."

The dark brown tom's face frowned. "Ah yes… now I remember, Bluestar mentioned she stumbled across a stray kittypet; that cat being you? But she's actually going to try you out huh?"

Firepaw straightened herself, anxious to prove her worth to the warrior. "That's right." she mewed respectfully.

Tigerclaw eyed her carefully. "Then I will watch your progress with interest."

Firepaw puffed out her chest as he passed, before swinging her head around to face Graypaw and blurted out. "Do you think he liked me?"

Graypaw just shrugged. "I don't think Tigerclaw likes any apprentices."

Just then, Ravenpaw stirred and twitched his ears. "Is he gone?" he mumbled.

"Who, Tigerclaw?" replied Graypaw, "Yep, he's gone."

Firepaw stepped forward. "Hi there." she began, about to introduce herself.

"Go away, both of you!" Spottedleaf protested, "How am I to do my work with all of you interrupting it!" she impatiently flicked her tail at Graypaw and Firepaw and pushed her way between them and her patient.

Firepaw realized she was serious, despite the lively glimmer in her eyes. The ginger she-cat lingered her eyes on that wound. Something about it made her blood curl. Her eyes wandering back, what was wrong with it?

"Come on then, Firepaw." Graypaw mewed, "I'll show you around. We'll see you later Ravenpaw."

The two cats left Spottedleaf with Ravenpaw as Graypaw led him across the clearing.

Graypaw looked thoughtful. He was clearly taking his duties as a guide very seriously. "You know the Highrock already," he began, flicking his tail toward the big, smooth rock. "Bluestar always addresses the Clan from there. Her den is down there." He lifted his nose toward a hollow in the side of the Highrock. "Her den was carved out many moons ago by an ancient stream." Hanging lichen draped the entrance, sheltering the leader's nest from wind and rain.

"The warriors sleep over here." Graypaw went on.

Firepaw followed him to a large bush a few paces away from Highrock. There was a clear view from here to the gorse entrance into the camp. the branches hung low, but Firepaw could see a sheltered place inside where the warriors had made their nests.

"The senior warriors sleep nearest the center, where it's warmest," explained Graypaw. "They usually share their fresh-kill together over by that clump of nettles. The younger warriors eat nearby. Sometimes they are invited to join the senior warriors for eating, which is a big honor."

"What about the other Clan cats?" Firepaw asked, fascinated but feeling rather overwhelmed by all the traditions and rituals of Clan life.

"Well, the queens share warrior quarters when they work as warriors, but when they are expecting kits, or nursing them, they stay in a nest near the nursery. The elders have their own place on the other side of the clearing. Come on, I'll show you."

Firepaw trotted after Graypaw her eyes wandering up to the overhanging branches. She felt so…

Alive.

She began to pick up her pace, easily catching up with the large tom as she took a deep breath. They continued to make their way across the clearing and past the shadowy corner where Spottedleaf had her den. They stopped beside a fallen tree that sheltered a patch of lush grass. Crouched among the soft greenery were four elderly cats tucking into a plump young rabbit.

"Sandpaw and Dustpaw brought them that, " whispered Graypaw, "One of the apprentices' duties is catching fresh kill for the elders."

"Hello youngster." One of the elders greeted Graypaw.

"Hello, Smallear." Mewed Graypaw, nodding respectfully.

"This must be one of the new apprentices. Firepaw isn't it?" meowed another tom. his patchy fur was dark brown, and there was only a stump in place of his tail.

"That's right." Firepaw replied, copying Graypaw's polite nod.

"I'm Halftail," purred the brown tom. "Welcome to the Clan."

"Have you two eaten?" meowed Smallear.

Firepaw and Graypaw both shook their heads.

"Well, there's enough here. Dustpaw and Sandpaw are turning into fine hunters. Would you mind if these youngsters shared a mouse, One-eye?"

The pale gray queen beside him shook her head. Firepaw noticed with slight pity that one of her eyes was clouded and sightless.

"What about you Dappletail?"

The other elder, a tortoiseshell she-cat with a gray muzzle, meowed in a cracked voice of old age. "Of course not."

"Thank you," mewed Graypaw eagerly. He stepped forward and took a large mouse from the pile of prey, then dropped it at Firepaw's paws. "You still have not tasted mouse?"

"No…" Firepaw admitted, her eyes darting down to the ground. But she suddenly felt excited by the warm smells that were rising from this piece of fresh kill. Her whole body quivered at the thought of sharing his first meal as a Clan member.

"In that case you can take the first bite. Just save me some alrigh'." Graypaw dipped his head and stepped back to give Firepaw some room.

Firepaw warily stepped forward, she noticed the hungry look in Graypaw's eyes and she felt guilty. But she crouched down and tentatively took a bite of the mouse. It was juicy and tender, and sang with the flavors of the forest.

"What do you think?" Graypaw asked.

"Fantastic!" Firepaw answered, leaning forward and taking a bigger bite.

"Hey! I said save me some!" Graypaw whined, settling down in front of Firepaw and he took some bites for himself.

As the two apprentices shared the mouse, they listened to the elders talk amongst themselves.

"How long before Bluestar appoints a new deputy?" asked Smallear.

"What did you say?" mewed One-eye

"I think your hearing has become as poor as your eyesight!" snapped Smallear impatiently. "I said, how long before Bluestar appoints a new deputy?"

One-eye ignored Smallear's irritated reply and spoke instead to the tortoiseshell queen. "Dappletail, do you remember the day many moons ago when Bluestar herself was appointed deputy?"

Dappletail mewed earnestly, "Oh, yes! It was not long after she lost her kits."

"She'll not be happy to be appointing a new deputy," Smallear observed. "Redtail served her long and well. But she'll need to make up her mind quickly. According to Clan custom, the choice has to be made before moonhigh after the death of the old deputy."

"At least this time the choice is obvious," meowed Halftail.

Firepaw's ears twitched, she raised her head and looked around the clearing. To her, all the warriors looked capable to be deputy. Perhaps he meant Tigerclaw; after all, he had avenged Redtail's death.

Tigerclaw sat not far away, his ears angled towards the elders' conversation.

As Firepaw stretched with her tongue to lick the last traces of mouse from her whiskers, Bluestar's voice called from the Highrock. Redtail's body still lay in the clearing below, pale gray in the fading light. "A new deputy must be appointed," she meowed. "But first, let us give thanks to StarClan for the life of Redtail. Tonight he sits with his fellow warriors among the stars."

Silence fell as all the cats looked up into the sky, which was beginning to darken as evening crept over the forest.

"And now I shall name ThunderClan's new deputy," Bluestar continued. "I say these words before the body of Redtail, so that his spirit may hear and approve my choice."

Firepaw looked at Tigerclaw. She couldn't help noticing the hunger in the big warrior's amber eyes as he stared up at the Highrock.

"Lionheart," meowed Bluestar, "will be the new deputy of ThunderClan."

Firepaw was curious to see Tigerclaw's reaction. But the dark warrior's face revealed nothing as he moved to congratulate Lionheart with a nudge so hearty that it almost pushed the golden tabby off balance.

"Why didn't she make Tigerclaw deputy?" Firepaw whispered to Graypaw.

"Probably because Lionheart has been a warrior longer, so he has a lot more experience," Graypaw murmured back, still looking up at Bluestar.

Bluestar spoke again. "Redtail was also mentor to young Dustpaw. Since there must be no delay in the training of our apprentices, I shall appoint Dustpaw's new mentor immediately. Darkstripe, you are ready for your first apprentice, so you will continue Dustpaw's training. You had a fine mentor in Tigerclaw, and I expect you to pass on some of the excellent skills you were taught."

The tabby warrior swelled with pride as he showed his acceptance with a solemn nod. He strode over to Dustpaw, bent his head, and rather awkwardly touched noses with his new apprentice. Dustpaw flicked his tail respectfully, but his eyes were still dull with grief for his lost mentor.

Bluestar raised her voice. "I shall keep a vigil with Redtail's body tonight, before we bury him at sunrise." She jumped down from the Highrock and walked over to lie beside Redtail's body once more. Many of the other cats joined her, Dustpaw and Smallear among them.

"Should we sit with them too?" Firepaw suggested. She had to admit the idea didn't appeal to her much. It had been a busy day and she was beginning to feel tired. All she wanted to do was find somewhere warm and dry to curl up and sleep.

Graypaw shook his head. "No, only those who were closest to Redtail will share his final night. I'll show you where we sleep. The apprentices' den is over here."

Firepaw followed Graypaw to a thick bush of ferns that lay behind a mossy tree stump.

"All the apprentices share their fresh-kill by this stump," Graypaw told her.

"How many apprentices are there?" Firepaw asked.

"Not as many as usual—just me, you, Ravenpaw, Dustpaw, and Sandpaw."

As Graypaw and Firepaw settled themselves beside the tree stump, a young she-cat crawled out from beneath the ferns. Her coat was ginger, like Firepaw's, but much paler, with barely visible stripes of darker fur.

"So here comes the new apprentice!" she meowed, narrowing her eyes.

"Hello," Firepaw mewed.

The young cat sniffed rudely. "She smells like a kittypet! Don't tell me I'm going to have to share my nest with that revolting stench!"

Firepaw felt rather taken aback. Since her fight with Longtail, all the cats had been quite friendly. 'Maybe they had just been distracted by Ravenpaw's news,' she thought.

"You'll have to excuse Sandpaw," apologized Graypaw. "I think she must have a furball stuck somewhere. She's not usually this bad-tempered."

"Psst!" spat Sandpaw crossly.

"Hold on, youngsters." The deep voice of Whitestorm sounded behind the apprentices. "Sandpaw! As my apprentice, I expected you to be a little more welcoming to this newcomer."

Sandpaw held up her head and looked defiant. "I'm sorry, Whitestorm," she purred, not sounding sorry at all. "I just didn't expect to be training with a kittypet, that's all!"

"I'm sure you'll get used to it, Sandpaw," meowed Whitestorm calmly. "Now, it's getting late, and training starts early tomorrow. You three should get some sleep." He gave Sandpaw a stern look, and she nodded obediently. As he walked off, she spun around and vanished into the clump of ferns, sniffing once more as she brushed past Firepaw.

With a flick of his tail, Graypaw invited Firepaw to follow him, and led the way after Sandpaw. Inside the sleeping area, the ground was lined with soft moss, and the pale moonlight turned everything a delicate shade of green. The air was fragrant with fern scent, and warmer than outside.

"Where do I sleep?" Firepaw asked.

"Anywhere, just so long as it's not near me!" snarled Sandpaw, who was prodding some moss with her paw.

Graypaw and Firepaw exchanged glances, but said nothing. Firepaw raked together a pile of moss with her claws. When she had gathered her bed into a cozy nest, he circled until it was comfortable and settled down. Her whole body felt drowsy with contentment. This was her home now. She was a member of ThunderClan.

She was home…