only happen if ShadowClan started to believe in StarClan again. Lionblaze sighed. Everything led back to the fake sign. . . .
“Jaypaw?” Hollyleaf called again.
“Okay!” Jaypaw sounded irritable. “I heard you the first time. I’ll come as soon as I can.”
Hollyleaf led the way to the space behind the warriors’ den. It was sheltered from the wind, but it felt even more cramped with the three apprentices in there. “You’ll manage better if you clean each other up,” she advised. “Get all the twigs and burrs out of your fur; then you can give yourselves a good wash.”
“This is such a pain,” Dawnpaw sighed, tugging at a stubborn knot in Tigerpaw’s fur. “I wish we were back on nice soft pine needles.”
“With any luck you will be,” Lionblaze promised.
“What do you mean?” Flamepaw asked.
“Wait until Jaypaw comes,” Hollyleaf meowed.
“I’m here.” Jaypaw appeared around the edge of the warriors’ den. “Great StarClan, it’s more crowded than ever,” he added, shoving his way in beside Lionblaze and wriggling until he’d made himself a space.
“Lionblaze says we’ll be back in our own territory soon.”
Dawnpaw was quivering with curiosity. “But I don’t see how we can be.”
“We’ve had an idea,” Jaypaw began, “but we haven’t much time. The longer Sol stays in ShadowClan, the harder it will be to get rid of him.”
“No cat can get rid of him,” Flamepaw mewed dejectedly.
Jaypaw tensed his muscles. “We can. We’re going to make a sign from StarClan to persuade ShadowClan that Sol is lying to him. Blackstar—I mean Blackfoot—will kick him out pretty quickly after that.”
All three apprentices stared at Jaypaw with baffled faces.
After a few heartbeats, Flamepaw whispered, “Won’t that make StarClan angry?”
“I doubt it.” Jaypaw flicked his ears. “StarClan themselves asked me for help. They can’t object to how I go about it.”
The three young cats’ eyes stretched wide. “Wow!” Dawnpaw breathed.
“We want to know the best place to create a sign.” Lionblaze took up the explanation. “And we have to bring Blackfoot and Littlecloud to see it, so they’ll be convinced StarClan is still watching over them.”
“And don’t forget, your Clan will know by now that you’ve left,” Hollyleaf reminded the apprentices. “Any plan we make will have to take that into account.”
“I get it,” meowed Tigerpaw. “A place near the border would be best, so that you don’t have to trespass too far on our territory.”
“Maybe that marshy place near the edge of the territory,”
Dawnpaw suggested. “Not many cats go there. We don’t want to be disturbed—”
“No, I think by the lake would be best,” Tigerpaw interrupted. “Then you could have a StarClan cat coming out of the water and—”
“Great,” Jaypaw grumbled. “And how do you suggest we do that?”
“And how do we get Blackfoot and Littlecloud to come and see it?” Dawnpaw added.
“We could tell them we saw cats trespassing,” Flamepaw suggested.
“Or a fox,” Tigerpaw put in. “We could lay a trail of fox scent.”
“What?” Dawnpaw’s neck fur fluffed up. “Are you mouse-brained? Are you just going to ask the fox nicely if—”
“We could use fox dung,” Flamepaw meowed.
Dawnpaw’s whiskers twitched in disgust. “You can. I’m not going near any fox dung, thanks very much.” Then her eyes sparkled mischievously and she added, “Why not feed them poppy seeds and carry them to the place?”
“No way!” Tigerpaw protested. “Blackfoot’s a seriously big cat. I’m not lugging him across half the territory.”
“There are useful herbs growing near the oak tree by the stream,” Flamepaw pointed out. “Littlecloud would come for those.” His tail curled up in amusement. “Then we could pelt Blackfoot with acorns, and he’d think they came from StarClan.”
“That’s stupid!” Dawnpaw exclaimed, leaping on her brother.
They
“Jaypaw?” Hollyleaf called again.
“Okay!” Jaypaw sounded irritable. “I heard you the first time. I’ll come as soon as I can.”
Hollyleaf led the way to the space behind the warriors’ den. It was sheltered from the wind, but it felt even more cramped with the three apprentices in there. “You’ll manage better if you clean each other up,” she advised. “Get all the twigs and burrs out of your fur; then you can give yourselves a good wash.”
“This is such a pain,” Dawnpaw sighed, tugging at a stubborn knot in Tigerpaw’s fur. “I wish we were back on nice soft pine needles.”
“With any luck you will be,” Lionblaze promised.
“What do you mean?” Flamepaw asked.
“Wait until Jaypaw comes,” Hollyleaf meowed.
“I’m here.” Jaypaw appeared around the edge of the warriors’ den. “Great StarClan, it’s more crowded than ever,” he added, shoving his way in beside Lionblaze and wriggling until he’d made himself a space.
“Lionblaze says we’ll be back in our own territory soon.”
Dawnpaw was quivering with curiosity. “But I don’t see how we can be.”
“We’ve had an idea,” Jaypaw began, “but we haven’t much time. The longer Sol stays in ShadowClan, the harder it will be to get rid of him.”
“No cat can get rid of him,” Flamepaw mewed dejectedly.
Jaypaw tensed his muscles. “We can. We’re going to make a sign from StarClan to persuade ShadowClan that Sol is lying to him. Blackstar—I mean Blackfoot—will kick him out pretty quickly after that.”
All three apprentices stared at Jaypaw with baffled faces.
After a few heartbeats, Flamepaw whispered, “Won’t that make StarClan angry?”
“I doubt it.” Jaypaw flicked his ears. “StarClan themselves asked me for help. They can’t object to how I go about it.”
The three young cats’ eyes stretched wide. “Wow!” Dawnpaw breathed.
“We want to know the best place to create a sign.” Lionblaze took up the explanation. “And we have to bring Blackfoot and Littlecloud to see it, so they’ll be convinced StarClan is still watching over them.”
“And don’t forget, your Clan will know by now that you’ve left,” Hollyleaf reminded the apprentices. “Any plan we make will have to take that into account.”
“I get it,” meowed Tigerpaw. “A place near the border would be best, so that you don’t have to trespass too far on our territory.”
“Maybe that marshy place near the edge of the territory,”
Dawnpaw suggested. “Not many cats go there. We don’t want to be disturbed—”
“No, I think by the lake would be best,” Tigerpaw interrupted. “Then you could have a StarClan cat coming out of the water and—”
“Great,” Jaypaw grumbled. “And how do you suggest we do that?”
“And how do we get Blackfoot and Littlecloud to come and see it?” Dawnpaw added.
“We could tell them we saw cats trespassing,” Flamepaw suggested.
“Or a fox,” Tigerpaw put in. “We could lay a trail of fox scent.”
“What?” Dawnpaw’s neck fur fluffed up. “Are you mouse-brained? Are you just going to ask the fox nicely if—”
“We could use fox dung,” Flamepaw meowed.
Dawnpaw’s whiskers twitched in disgust. “You can. I’m not going near any fox dung, thanks very much.” Then her eyes sparkled mischievously and she added, “Why not feed them poppy seeds and carry them to the place?”
“No way!” Tigerpaw protested. “Blackfoot’s a seriously big cat. I’m not lugging him across half the territory.”
“There are useful herbs growing near the oak tree by the stream,” Flamepaw pointed out. “Littlecloud would come for those.” His tail curled up in amusement. “Then we could pelt Blackfoot with acorns, and he’d think they came from StarClan.”
“That’s stupid!” Dawnpaw exclaimed, leaping on her brother.
They
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