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Chapter 2

Redpaw knew something was wrong. He had faintly scented Shadowclan, on the opposite side of Thunderclan territory to the one that bordered Shadowclan. His mind whirred. He remembered his dream. He had scene two cats attacked by a large dark shape. Was this it? Was that shadowed menace a Shadowclan cat? Or was it he cat from the Moonpool? He could not remember. He didn't have time to remember. His fellow Thunderclan cats were in danger. He had to rescue them, but how?

Silverpelt crept forward. Tawnypelt was circling around the back of the Shadowclan intruders. There would be no escape. They could only scent two cats, but that didn't mean there weren't more, these two might just have forgotten to hide their scent. He slunk forward and the scent became stronger. He could now scent at least four different cats, but one of them was not Shadowclan. He could scent a Thunderclan cat, but he could hear no fighting, so it was not Tawnypelt. He moved a coupled of foxlengths forwards, so he could hear better, there was a conversation. A Thunderclan cat was talking to the intruders!

"Are we agreed?" said the Thunderclan cat.

"Yes." said a Shadowclan intruder.

"Dawn." agreed another.

"Shh! Said the third, "I smell Thunderclan!"

Silverpelt thought he had been discovered. He was about to turn and flee when… he saw them drag Tawnypelt out of the opposite bushes.

"Get off!" she shrieked, "Help! Help!"

Silverpelt was about to rush in when he heard more cats coming. The conspirators twitched their ears.

"What should we do to her?" asked one.

"Kill her." answered another Shadowclan cat.

"No! We should take her hostage!" put in the final Shadowclan conspirator.

"We can't!" said the Thunderclan traitor, "If we kill her and you flee, I can say she was attacked by Shadowclan, I tried to fight you off, but she was killed and then you fled."

"That does make sense." added the first Shadowclan cat.

"So we're agreed?" said the clan traitor. But before the Shadowclan cats could answer, the Thunderclan party charged into the clearing.

"You're just in time!" yelled the traitor, "I had just dragged out Tawnypelt but they would have killed us. He indicated the Shadowclan cats with his tail. Silverpelt was about to leap out and yell "No!" when Tawnypelt whimpered,

"He was going to kill me…" Silverpelt hung back. The Thunderclan cats looked puzzled. Because Tawnypelt had pointed at the traitor. Silverpelt couldn't see who it was, but he'd caught a glimpse of ginger fur. He knew only three cats in Thunderclan with ginger fur. Tawnypelt, but he could see her clearly, Orangestripe, but he had not seen white stripes. The only stripes he had seen were black, and there was only one Thunderclan cat with ginger fur and black stripes. Tigerpelt!

Tawnypelt twisted out from under his paws. She stood up slowly. She had put up quite a fight, she'd been struggling constantly while they had been deciding what to do with her, and she was now covered with many cuts and wounds. She said,

"It was Tigerpelt. I smelt the traitors and him. I crept closer but…" she swayed dangerously then carried on, "but… but he found me... and they were going to kill me." she concluded.

"Redpaw told us he'd smelt Shadowclan up here. We followed the trail and smelt a Thunderclan cat accompanying the Shadowclan scent the whole way."

"I was following it too!" protested Tigerpelt.

"The scents were of the same age." said Orangestripe. She had brought Swiftpaw, Whitefoot and Greystripe with her. "You will return to camp with us, as a prisoner. You can come to Silverpelt." Silverpelt's ear twitched and he stepped out of the bushes. Tigerpelt growled at him.

"How much did you see?" asked Orangestripe.

"Everything. I was with Tawnypelt."

"Good. You can back up her story." Orangestripe turned and flicked her tail, a signal to the patrol to round up the prisoner and go. Greystripe grabbed Tigerpelt, biting into him. Tigerpelt did not flinch.

"And as for you Shadowclan cats." Orangestripe said over her shoulder, "You will follow us then return to Shadowclan." The cats left the small clearing.

Tigerpelt was silent the whole way back to camp. He did not move except for walking, but his eyes glowed with menace. Swiftpaw was accompanying the Shadowclan cats back to their territory. They entered the camp and the clan looked up. Whitestar looked up from the corner, where he had been talking to Lionfur.

"What's this?" he asked. His eyes full of genuine confusion. "I thought you smelt Shadowclan but instead you return with a senior warrior, treating him like an enemy!"

Greystripe threw Tigerpelt to the ground and spat out a lump of fur.

"That's because he is an enemy."

"Tigerpelt was found conspiring with three Shadowclan cats, Spottedbelly, Shadowmask and Firestorm, and when he discovered Tawnypelt had heard and seen him, he attempted to kill her."

Whitefoot had already taken Tawnypelt to his den. Silverpelt had noticed and was now eyeing it suspiciously. His fur prickled. Tigerpelt may have been caught, but some of his allies may remain. If Lionfur spoke up for him, it would prove it. Suddenly she looked up and saw him staring. She glowered back.

"Tigerpelt," said Whitestar, interrupting the glaring cats, "what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Nothing. I am proud of what I did. Tigerstar, my ancestor, would have been proud."

"Then I banish you." continued Whitestar, "You have until dawn tomorrow to leave this territory. If you are caught on Thunderclan after that time, my cats have permission to kill you."

"Let them try." sneered Tigerpelt. "If I am banished, then let me ask one last question."

"Very well."

"Are you coming with me Brightmane? Brokenpaw? Heavyfur?" The clan stared. They had known of Brightmane's bond with the traitor, and Brokenpaw was his apprentice, but no cat had known of any close friendship with Heavyfur.

"I know what you are thinking." she said, "I chose him as my mate as I thought he was brave and strong. Patchkit is his son. I do not wish any cat to hold a grudge against the kit and I am not joining this traitor. I will protect my kit. I had no idea about any of this." Silverpelt saw only the truth in her eyes. She was shocked, but she still managed to be brave. Silverpelt wondered why Lionfur had not received an offer. Tigerpelt must be leaving one follower unknown within the camp, to carry on his work. Just then, Brokenpaw stepped forward.

"I would never follow you. This is my first day as your apprentice and you are banished. I am ashamed to have been your apprentice for even that short a period of time." He turned his back and stalked off. Brightmane stood up.

"Go into exile? Never!" he spat, "I would never wish to join you and become crowfood. I thought you were loyal and a friend, now I know you're just a traitor." Silverpelt could see he was lying. Brightmane had known all along. He was just acting. Brokenpaw and Heavyfur were genuine cases of shock, but this was just a sham.

"Very well." said Tigerpelt, "I expected nothing more." At this he glanced at Brightmane. "I shall leave now." Just at that moment, Tawnypelt stumbled out of Whitefoot's den. Tigerpelt looked at her, then at Silverpelt.

"But beware." he added, "I will always be out there. If you ever let your guard slip, I'll be ready to pounce." And with that, he left the camp. He stalked out through the entrance and headed up the slope. The cats looked around at each other nervously. Heavyfur returned to her den, ready to guard Patchkit. She knew of how Tigerstar, an old leader of Shadowclan, exiled from Thunderclan and Firestar's greatest nemesis, he liked to steal kits. Brokenpaw went to the apprentices den. Brightmane walked to the warriors den and went inside.

"Now," said Whitestar, "Whitefoot, Redpaw, Silverpelt, Greystripe, Swiftpaw, Whitestorm and Blackclaw, as well as Lionfur and I, shall attend tonight's Gathering."

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