he began.
Webfoot thrust his head out of the bushes. “Crowfeather!”
“I’ll be there in a moment!” Crowfeather called back. “Squirrelflight, listen,” he began again.
But Firestar had paused at the foot of the slope. “Come on, Squirrelflight!”
“Can’t this wait until the Gathering?” Squirrelflight mewed to the WindClan warrior. “I’ve got to go.”
Crowfeather took a step back, his tail drooping in disappointment. “OK, I guess it can wait.”
Webfoot called out again, and with a last frustrated look at Squirrelflight, Crowfeather turned away.
Squirrelflight bounded after her Clanmates. She still couldn’t believe the way Onestar had spoken to her father. Any new leader would want his Clan to be strong and independent, but surely he couldn’t have forgotten everything he owed to Firestar?
If that’s the way Onestar wants it, she thought as she caught up to her Clanmates, then fine. It didn’t do us any favours to be his allies. But he’ll be sorry in the end, when he needs ThunderClan’s help again.
A ruffled disc of white light trembled on the surface of the lake, and up above the stars of Silverpelt blazed in the night sky. StarClan must be pleased with how we’re settling in, Squirrelflight decided as she followed her sister along the lakeshore. Her paws tingled at the thought of taking part in the first Gathering on the island. She couldn’t wait to cross the fallen tree and explore.
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