Firestar's Quest - read free eBook by Erin Hunter in online reader directly on the web page. “They hardly knew Skywatcher, and had only just realized he wasn’t a mad old nuisance.” “I know.” Firestar sighed. His gaze was drawn to one cat among the starry shapes: the gray-and-white cat he had seen twice before. “Here they come,” she mewed. Eventually they managed to catch a couple of mice, and headed back toward the cave. “And if he had told you it was your destiny to fly to the moon, would you have believed him?” Firestar reached out with his tail and touched his deputy gently on the shoulder. “You know how much we need strong warriors. “Are they asleep?” Sandstorm whispered. The first few paces were easy, but as the trunk grew narrower it began to bounce under Firestar’s weight. Her tortoiseshell fur bristled as she sprang forward, her claws lashing at her mentor’s shoulders. She dropped into the hunter’s crouch and glided forward, only stopping to sneeze when a drooping grass stem tickled her nose. StarClan help us! He’ll hear us.” “Get off me, then,” another voice replied. “What’s your name?” The strange cat looked at him blankly. “We’d never catch him,” Sandstorm meowed. And I liked the fighting moves you used to drive the fox away.” “Come with us and we’ll teach you,” Firestar offered. We need him.” Sandstorm stepped forward. “They’re going to die.” “No, they’re not,” Firestar assured her. “But we have each come here to give a life to the new leader of SkyClan, if we may.” W A R R I O R S S U P E R E D I T I O N : F I R E S TA R ’ S Q U E S T 493 The gray-and-white cat dipped his head, giving his permission. “I’m starving!” She plunged in among the crackling stems, and, with a quick look around for dogs or Twolegs, Firestar followed. . “Inside, I’d guess,” Sharpclaw slid up to him and mewed into his ear. As Firestar called out a greeting, the tabby warrior sat up and turned to him. Swiftstar let out an impatient snort. Even the kits were affected, boldly playing at rat attacks during the day, but scurrying back to the nursery at any unexpected noise. “And the elders, the leader, the medicine cat . Clouds scudded across the sky, driven by a cold wind. Sharpclaw will be the new deputy of SkyClan.” Firestar saw a look of pride spread over the ginger tom’s face, along with a touch of uncertainty that was quite unlike him. When he opened his eyes and peered through the leaves he could make out the monster’s gleaming color as it prowled onto the Thunderpath and paused. As he lifted his head, a tuft of fur snagged on the top of the fence caught his eye, and he made out the pale ginger of Sandstorm’s pelt. “What about Smudge? She wasn’t here; he would have to go on. “Just in case any of those violent ruffians are still hanging about.” Smudge looked down at his messy fur and gave it a few swift licks. “Leafdapple!” Echosong burst out. “Okay, carry on with your patrol,” he added. She blundered into them, and their shadow swept back and forth over the mouse. Guilt clawed us for the rest of our lives.” “There should always have been five Clans in the forest,” Birchstar mewed. “Come on; I’ll find you somewhere to sleep.” They disappeared into the warriors’ den while Firestar crossed the clearing and slipped down the fern tunnel that led to Cinderpelt’s den. But there doesn’t seem to be any moss at all around here.” “Why don’t we go down and search beside the river?” Firestar suggested. A wisp of the same unfamiliar scent that he had detected in the ravine drifted around him. “Thanks.” “Okay,” meowed Shorty. W A R R I O R S S U P E R E D I T I O N : F I R E S TA R ’ S Q U E S T 256 *** The haze had cleared away and the sun beat down from a deep blue sky. “I know why you have come,” she replied, “and the questions you want to ask would not be welcomed by many of your warrior ancestors.” Firestar stared at her. His gray pelt was silver in the moonlight, and his pale eyes shone. Instead of approaching the she-cat, the newcomers padded over to the SkyClan ancestor, who was staring at them with wide eyes. We cannot guarantee that Warriors Super Edition Crowfeather S Trial book is in the library. “Then you’ve met those two kittypets. Firestar hid his relief as the noise died away behind them. “There’s a Thunderpath up ahead.” “Then we’ll have to cross it.” Sandstorm’s tail twitched. .” Shaking her head, she went on. As soon as his paws touched the ground, he dived into the shelter of a clump of ferns and crouched there, his ears straining for the sound of the Twolegs coming after him. “This was the SkyClan camp. . No cat could have stopped it.” The apprentice glared at him for a moment more, his fur bristling. Rainfur met his gaze steadily. He remembered the bush now: it had been brittle and straggly, and some of its branches had been leafless. “Now they’re asking for help. “I’d like to say how well Sparrowpaw’s hunting skills are coming along. They knew how to jump. This is your chance to take revenge!” “Why?” Cherrypaw demanded. Or were they just too tired to care? “The rocks will be slippery.” Sandstorm waved her tail to show she’d heard him; Firestar hoped she wasn’t annoyed that he’d tried to warn her. Crouching side by side, they shared the mouse. “Okay, I will join in the training from now on.” “Good.” Firestar rested his tail tip on her shoulder. I’m starting to understand now what the words mean. Firestar saw that her eyes were troubled, and a pang of alarm shot through him. The cave was full of animal scents: he could discern mouse and vole, and even cat, but none of them smelled fresh. “It’s a good thing we’re not black or white,” Sandstorm murmured. “And little Boris! “That’s not true. Thanks to Firestar’s aid, the newly reunited SkyClan is thriving. A Twoleg emerged, his pelts tattered and his eyes bulging with fury. “I suppose StarClan will show us, or maybe it’ll be obvious.” Sandstorm’s green eyes glinted, and Firestar braced himself for a scathing comment, but his mate only twitched her whiskers and went on in silence. “If StarClan has told him he must go, then we must trust our warrior ancestors to take care of him and bring him safely back. He couldn’t even be sure they’d recognize him after so many seasons, but it wasn’t worth the risk. Already the Twoleg nests were standing out more clearly against the dawn sky, and he could hear a monster waking up in the distance. She thought the Twoleg would care for them.” “When he didn’t care for her?” Sandstorm asked, shocked. “We’ll have to climb down,” he began. The sun had risen into a blue sky dotted with white clouds. Thunder rolled out, and a deep groaning sound answered from the tree. Gradually his breath slowed. Unsheathing his claws, he leaped, legs outstretched, into the middle of the mass of rats. “Firestar can teach you all that stuff.” “If you join us, you’ll be very welcome,” Firestar told him. “Can you show us the way out of here?” “We need to get back to the river,” Sandstorm added as she joined them. “Come back!” Firestar yowled. “Oh, no,” he meowed. W A R R I O R S S U P E R E D I T I O N : F I R E S TA R ’ S Q U E S T 431 Firestar pressed his muzzle encouragingly against her shoulder. You saved my kits.” Firestar turned to see the pale brown she-cat guiding three kits toward them, her tail curled protectively around them: a black tom, a ginger tom, and a tiny white she-cat. “SkyClan’s warrior ancestors must be out there somewhere,” he meowed, clawing at the sandy ground. Sparrowpelt!” the rest of the Clan called to welcome the two new warriors. “The loyalty of friends. A tabby she-cat crouched in front of him, her cream-and-brown neck fur bristling and her amber eyes glaring. To Firestar she looked almost fragile, and he wondered if she was suited for the tough life of a Clan. “You mean you’ve seen Spottedleaf before?” Firestar faced her to see anger and hurt in her green eyes. “I’m used to it. “I guess you’d better call me Hutch again.” For the last time he climbed the trail to the top of the cliff; Firestar, Leafdapple, and Sharpclaw followed him. His muscles shrieking in protest, he crawled over to it and slunk into the shelter of the pelt. All our prey is dead or frightened off. Every Clan has problems like those. W A R R I O R S S U P E R E D I T I O N : F I R E S TA R ’ S Q U E S T 309 But if only a few of the cats they had seen today decided to join, they would have the beginnings of a Clan. “I want to hold his warrior ceremony as soon as the apprentices get back.” He led the way out of his den and leaped onto the Highrock. Out here no cat knew of it— but they had once, as well as any cat in the forest. “The bottle was standing on the step, so I tipped it over and all the milk flowed out.” She swiped her tongue around her jaws. This isn’t a good place for cats. Firestar peered out of his hiding place to see two cats standing on the edge of the cliff, their heads outlined against the sky. “Are you okay?” she asked when she had caught her breath. “I was with another cat, but we got separated in the storm.” Eagerly he turned to Shorty. He flipped the end of his tail across Sandstorm’s mouth for silence, and slipped into the shelter of a gorse bush. Firestar scrambled to his paws to see Sandstorm standing rigid beside him, her pelt bristling as she stared up the line of the hedge. They used to leave out food.” All the amusement vanished from his eyes and voice; a deep sadness swept over him, like the shadow of a cloud on a sunny day. “I couldn’t sleep. His legs twitched as Firestar watched; he opened eyes glazed with pain and let out another moan. But the ginger tom stared straight at him without seeing him, and Firestar realized that once again he was invisible to the SkyClan cats. . At least they seemed to be concentrating hard. Cherry pounced on him, and the two kittypets wrestled at the very edge of the river. The sky was still hazy and the day was not too hot to carry on. “Tonight we will sit vigil for Willowpelt,” he announced, and sprang down from the Highrock to show that the meeting was over. “What if the rats had attacked? Her jaws stretched wide in a huge yawn. When his eyes adjusted to the dark, he made out a curled-up tabby shape. This season the river is low, so there aren’t quite as many Twolegs as usual. “Don’t blame yourself.” Firestar gave his shoulder a comforting lick. His eyes were closed, but he looked too tense to be asleep. He was leading a patrol, taking prey back to a camp. Why doesn’t he want to stay in mine?” Firestar raced through the trees until he reached the place where he had last seen his Clanmates. We must take the fight to them.” Sharpclaw pricked his ears. “But no other cat has ever been able to explain my dreams to me. “It was a young one, and I think it’s learned that cats aren’t easy prey. “I was afraid you were going to say that.” Climbing down was even harder when the rocks were slippery with rain and the bottom of the gorge was still shrouded in mist. “Do you want some?” Water was flooding Firestar’s jaws at the warm aroma of the fresh-kill. Oh, thank you!” Leafdapple brushed gently against her pelt. “Are you sure they’re not from StarClan?” For a heartbeat Firestar felt how strange it was to talk W A R R I O R S S U P E R E D I T I O N : F I R E S TA R ’ S Q U E S T 49 about StarClan with a cat who didn’t belong to a Clan anymore. “Might. My kits’ father went away before they were born, and it’s hard bringing them W A R R I O R S S U P E R E D I T I O N : F I R E S TA R ’ S Q U E S T 281 up on my own.” She drew her tail more closely around her kits; by now they had finished suckling, and lay sleeping in a tricolored puddle of warm fur. Sootpaw was hurrying across the clearing with a huge ball of fresh moss for the elders’ bedding. “What was all that about?” “I don’t know. Together he and Firestar lifted Willowpelt’s limp body and began to carry her back to the ravine. “Do you think the wrongs of the past can be forgiven so easily?” “What do you mean?” Sandstorm mewed, bewildered. I don’t think I could do this without you.” They spent that night curled among the roots of a spreading oak tree, one of the few full-sized trees growing on this windswept cliff. W A R R I O R S S U P E R E D I T I O N : F I R E S TA R ’ S Q U E S T 229 “Then SkyClan must have managed some other way,” Sandstorm pointed out sensibly. A bit of the transparent stuff had broken away, leaving a gap big enough for a cat to squeeze through, but it was blocked by a piece of wood, trapping Petal and the kits inside. Rainfur’s body still lay at the foot of the Rockpile, but the Clan were relaxing from their vigil; only Petalnose remained close to him, her two kits sleeping beside her. Sandstorm let out a sigh, and padded off to say something quietly to Leaf, who rested her tail tip sympathetically on the ginger she-cat’s shoulder. The tabby tom nodded. Maybe they think they’ve already done that.” “Never!” Sharpclaw let out a snarl, but he stayed where he was, glaring into the darkness where the last of the rats had vanished. Was the prophecy a warning of great good—or great evil? “I’m sorry I lost my temper with Scratch,” she murmured. “Let’s see what we can find for ourselves,” he mewed. The dark ginger Squirrelkit for her fluffy tail, of course, and tabby W A R R I O R S S U P E R E D I T I O N : F I R E S TA R ’ S Q U E S T 510 Leafkit in memory of Leafstar—and perhaps of Spottedleaf too. . They looked vaguely familiar, yet they didn’t remind him of SkyClan. Your ancestors were able to settle here because they had the right kind of bodies and the right skills.” The young tortoiseshell stared at him, her eyes stretched wide. Stick’s eyes gleamed. Leafdapple stood facing the stone trunk with its ancient claw marks: the marks of many cats and the tiny claw marks of the rats scored across them as a sign of their long-ago victory. Badgers didn’t normally prey on cats, but if they were hungry W A R R I O R S S U P E R E D I T I O N : F I R E S TA R ’ S Q U E S T 92 or scared they made formidable, deadly opponents. “But you died . Sky clambered into the cave; a huge bundle of moss was clamped in his jaws. ERIN HUNTER DEDICATION Special thanks to Cherith Baldry CONTENTS Dedication Allegiances Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 … The hollow in the cave floor was empty. “Prey. The puzzled look gradually cleared from Echosong’s eyes. “I’ll check out the other bank. Looking around, he spotted Shortwhisker, Sharpclaw, Clovertail. The bare, cold emptiness of this barn sent shudders through his fur. Okay, carry on. “Thank you for showing us the territory. We’ll see if it helps.” “Okay.” Longtail didn’t sound hopeful, but he kept his head still while Cinderpelt dabbed the poultice on his infected eyes. Her blue eyes glinted in the moonlight. Hardly daring to breathe, Firestar padded across, raised his forepaws, and placed his own claws in the marks. His paws prickled at the thought that he might have once lived in part of SkyClan’s old territory! “She lives downriver”—he waved his tail toward the opposite side of the gorge—“with an old Twoleg who hardly ever feeds her. Slowly, with his claws sheathed, he padded up to within a taillength of the den. His deputy flicked an ear. Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t they ever apprentice their young?” Sandstorm asked with a sigh. “We’ll have borders soon, when I know the territory a bit better, and see how many cats are going to be living here. “It could be a rogue, just passing through,” Firestar pointed out, “or even an adventurous kittypet.” Sandstorm sniffed. Instantly Echosong was beside her, sniffing at the injured paw. “We’ve paid for it. “Go and drool over your Twolegs. By now it was almost completely dark; little starlight penetrated the thick canopy of leaves. “Hang on.” Firestar bounded forward and caught up with her. You’ll always have a place in ThunderClan. “We were right!” she mewed to Firestar. Our warrior ancestors do not walk in all skies.” “I don’t know how you can even think of doing this!” Sandstorm sprang to her paws before Firestar could reply to the medicine cat. “I didn’t notice it before. Close to the nest two or three Twolegs were standing, staring out at the water and wailing. Firestar's Quest is one of best books released on 2007, this book written by Erin Hunter whom known as an author and have wrote many interesting books with great story telling. She rose to her paws and padded up to Echo to touch noses with her. We must continue to honor them.” Scratch hesitated. “How do you like Squirrelkit and Leafkit?” “I think they’re wonderful names,” Firestar replied. Firestar felt as if an extra weight of sorrow descended on him every time he had to tell the story. C H A P T E R ; 29 “How is Patchfoot?” Firestar asked as he slipped into the medicine cat’s cave. The rest of the Clan clustered around them to help bear Rainfur through the fence and back across the scrubland to the gorge, under the light of the chill moon. Not send a Clan leader W A R R I O R S S U P E R E D I T I O N : F I R E S TA R ’ S Q U E S T 115 gallivanting off who knows where.” “What can be more important than caring for your Clan?” Thornclaw added. At last she nodded. “That’s Rainfur’s den,” he remarked. “You can’t stay there,” the black she-cat meowed. W A R R I O R S S U P E R E D I T I O N : F I R E S TA R ’ S Q U E S T 280 “What does it matter why they’re here?” Clover broke in. At the same moment, the snarl of a waking monster broke out near the nest. His three friends jumped in after him, then climbed out of W A R R I O R S S U P E R E D I T I O N : F I R E S TA R ’ S Q U E S T 203 the pool, shaking water from their head fur, and then leaped in again. The thought of blood and kinship made Skywatcher’s prophecy echo in his ears once more: There will be three, kin of your kin, who hold the power of the stars in their paws. We saved it just for you.” “Did you, now?” Firestar muttered. “There won’t be room in here once the warriors arrive.” “We need a den for the apprentices, too,” Firestar pointed out. What about your friends?” She paused, then added shakily, “What about me?” Firestar felt her pain as if it were his own, like a sharp stone that would pierce his pads on every pawstep of the journey. “I’d hoped we wouldn’t have to fight inside there.” “It’s not like a cave,” Sparrowpaw pointed out. She looked exhausted; her gray fur was rumpled and her blue eyes were dull with defeat. Sighing, Firestar rested his head against Sandstorm’s flank, too weary to move. W A R R I O R S S U P E R E D I T I O N : F I R E S TA R ’ S Q U E S T 27 Cinderpelt tutted. Firestar paused, gazing through the trees at the fence that edged the Twoleg nests, and wondered where SkyClan’s territory had been. “It’s true that I have to leave—but only for a while.” Firestar took a deep breath and told his friends how he had been visited by an unknown cat, and dreamed of a wailing, W A R R I O R S S U P E R E D I T I O N : F I R E S TA R ’ S Q U E S T 109 fleeing Clan. “Greetings,” he meowed. “For StarClan’s sake,” the brown tabby warrior grumbled, “do you have to stop dead like that? Would he have to save the mother as well as her kit? It yawned and stretched, then lay down in a patch of sunlight on some flat stones and began to wash its long, snowy fur. I’ll tag along, if you don’t mind. But this barn was much bigger, with a shining silver roof and gaping holes in the sides. “Do you smell anything . “It’s good to see you again, Firestar. “Greetings.” A voice spoke behind him, and Firestar spun around to see a cat standing on the very edge of the Skyrock. The pattern of light and shade swirled around me, even though the leaves above my head were still. ď. Ċ. Warrior Cats_ Special Edition Skyclans Destiny.pdf (3629k) Danielle Stern, “Echosong said so.” Echosong looked after the kit, her eyes glimmering with amusement. Over and over again he saw the enormous wave bearing down on him, and heard Sandstorm yowling to him for help he couldn’t give. I can hear them, too quiet to make out what they’re speaking, but they are all around me, welcoming me. Thornclaw and Ashfur charged after it with earsplitting caterwauls. Her limbs went rigid and she dug her claws into the ground, clenching her teeth on a screech of pain. What are we waiting for?” By now the other warriors were emerging from the cave. The fox let out a squeal of pain and released Sandstorm. “No,” Bella repeated more firmly. The warrior code lived on in the gorge. Firestar left her with Sparrowpaw and Leafdapple, and padded up the gorge. Firestar wasn’t sure that he was doing the right thing. A huge wave was bearing down on them, brown and topped with foam, bearing sticks and debris along with it, roaring louder than any monster. “Haven’t you been alone long enough? Firestar had never climbed the cliff on this side of the river before. There was no moon, but the stars of Silverpelt were burning brightly, close enough to look as if they were tangled among the leaves. “I can see off any fox that’s ever been born.” His gaze rested on Firestar again. Sharpclaw and Leafdapple sprang up the rocks toward the top of the cliff, and Cherrypaw followed, taking the trail that led to the Skyrock. With their leader dead, they did not know what to do next. His claws scraped on the hard floor, made of the same white stone that surrounded the barn on the outside, and the sound echoed eerily in the vast space. Rain slapped him in the face and soaked his fur within heartbeats. here, you, wake up!” The voices pulsed loud and soft in Firestar’s ears. “Well, I don’t want to talk to you,” he growled. It is your destiny to restore SkyClan.” Mist swirled around him and his pelt seemed to fade into it, leaving Firestar gazing at the patch of grass where he had stood. Then he caught sight of a flicker of movement in the shadows near the cliff face. They’re sent, and you’ll just have to be patient. Leaf and Patch, who had been drowsing together at the water’s edge, raised their heads, then sat up to listen. Am I afraid they won’t do what I want? Firestar could not interrupt his silent vigil. “I know that our warrior ancestors mean you nothing but good.” W A R R I O R S S U P E R E D I T I O N : F I R E S TA R ’ S Q U E S T 484 Leafdapple still looked unsettled. “Come on; it’s going to be great!” “Count me in too.” Scratch turned to Firestar and spoke directly to him. “I’ll announce it later today,” Firestar promised. Weren’t you listening? “I have kept alive the memory of SkyClan all my life,” he rasped. Estas escuchando: Setting it down in front of Clovertail, she added more clearly, “Sparrowpaw tells me that we might have a new medicine cat.” She nodded to Echo. “Well done! I’ll tell them you’ve been called away by StarClan, but you’ll be back soon.” “I hope you’re right,” Firestar meowed softly. “Can you scent rats?” Echosong asked, her eyes wary. Firestar followed more slowly with Sky. But the familiar summons would mean nothing here, and he was not sure there would be any other cats to hear it. No Clan could have a better medicine cat.” Cinderpelt bowed her head; Graystripe’s eyes glowed, while a murmur of agreement rose from the rest of the Clan. It was good to be home, but could he really go on as Clan leader, knowing what he knew now? These creatures were like a single enemy; the individual rats had no minds of their own. His belly felt hollow with hunger. “Maybe it’s because I was born a kittypet.” “I was born a kittypet too.” Echosong looked at him in astonishment, and he went on. He froze as one beam picked them out, and heard a gasp from Sandstorm, but the monster snarled and rushed on. Then he paused to catch his breath, anxiously scanning the sky. “It’s time this Gathering started,” he rasped. Firestar headed for it and halted outside the door. For the next two days they continued to follow the river through fields of wheat that stretched as far as they could see on either side. “Hey!” Sharpclaw meowed. “Cinderpelt! He closed his eyes. Thornclaw?” he called. He didn’t look as if he had ever raised a claw in anger in his life. “The scent’s coming from that nest.” “Are you sure?” Firestar asked. “I suppose he just didn’t feel comfortable around other cats.” Firestar twitched his tail tip, irritation raising the fur on his shoulders. Firestar clung there until the wave had passed. . It looked as if the cliff face had been scraped out to expose a flattened trail that led back and forth in a gentle slope, connecting each of the caves. Come on,” he added in a friendlier tone. Was ThunderClan in trouble? “All we can do is keep going until we find a place to live.” Movement in the corner of his eye distracted Firestar. He seemed to be sleeping more deeply. . His muzzle was buried in its fur; its hot scent was all around him as he struggled to breathe. “Are you ready to go and hunt?” Sandstorm asked. I’ll come in with you.” He knew he couldn’t allow the ginger tom to go somewhere he dared not go himself. He slid down the rock and stalked up to the bushes, tasting the air for prey. “Maybe we should stay here overnight,” Sandstorm suggested. “I want to thank you,” he meowed solemnly. “Yes, you are. Shaking off the premonition of disaster, Firestar let his gaze follow the twisting line of the river, glittering silver in the starlight. How could he carry out his mission without his warrior ancestors to protect and guide him? Sharpclaw snapped something at Cherrypaw; she opened her jaws to argue, and while she was distracted a rat leaped onto her back. Go back to sleep.” Her green eyes were no more than slits; as Firestar watched they closed completely, and she wrapped her tail tip over her nose. “Tell her what she has to do.” Motioning to Leafdapple to stay where she was, Firestar W A R R I O R S S U P E R E D I T I O N : F I R E S TA R ’ S Q U E S T 376 leaped up onto the ledge beside the rogue. “I honor your courage,” he meowed. One hind paw slipped; there was nothing underneath it, and Firestar tottered on the edge of the trail, unbalanced by the weight of the rat on his shoulders. Though he had been a kittypet, his daughters were Clanborn through and through. He would stop at nothing to rid his territory of cats, just as his ancestors had done long ago. “I’ve found a really weird scent,” he explained. Firestar and Sandstorm followed the kittypets to the edge of the bushes and watched them racing back to Twolegplace, their tails held high. “You look after the kits, and I’ll be back before you know it.” “That would be great,” Firestar meowed. “I will walk with you many times in dreams, I promise.” As she stepped back, a fourth cat was already walking forward. “You don’t have to worry anymore.” When they reached the camp, Sandstorm and the others were just returning from their training session. Re always well hidden during the day when Sandstorm joined him, then forward. 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