Moth Flight’s Vision
LEADER WIND RUNNER—wiry brown she-cat with yellow eyes
GORSE FUR—thin, gray tabby tom
DUST MUZZLE—gray tabby tom with amber eyes
MOTH FLIGHT—white she-cat with green eyes
SLATE—thick-furred gray she-cat with one ear tip missing
WHITE TAIL—dark gray tom-kit with white patches and amber eyes
SILVER STRIPE—pale gray tabby she-kit with blue eyes
BLACK EAR—black-and-white patched tom-kit with amber eyes
SPOTTED FUR—golden-brown tom with amber eyes and a dappled coat
ROCKY—plump orange-and-white tom with green eyes
SWIFT MINNOW—gray-and-white she-cat
REED TAIL—silver tabby tom with a knowledge of herbs
JAGGED PEAK—small gray tabby tom with blue eyes
HOLLY—she-cat with prickly, bushy fur
STORM PELT—mottled gray tom with blue eyes and thick, bushy tail
DEW NOSE—brown splotchy tabby she-cat with white tips on nose and tail, yellow eyes
EAGLE FEATHER—brown tom with yellow eyes, broad shoulders, and striped tail
WILLOW TAIL—pale tabby she-cat with blue eyes
FERN LEAF—black she-cat with green eyes
LEADER CLEAR SKY—light gray tom with blue eyes
STAR FLOWER—golden she-cat with green eyes
TINY BRANCH—tan-and-silver tom
DEW PETAL—silver-and-white she-cat
FLOWER FOOT—she-cat with tan stripes
ACORN FUR—chestnut brown she-cat
THORN—tom with splotchy brown fur
SPARROW FUR—tortoiseshell she-cat with amber eyes
QUICK WATER—gray-and-white she-cat
BIRCH—ginger tom with white circles of fur around his eyes
ALDER—gray, brown-and-white she-cat
BLOSSOM—tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat with yellow eyes
RED CLAW—reddish-brown tom
LEADER THUNDER—orange tom with big white paws
VIOLET DAWN—sleek dark gray she-cat with bits of black around her ears and paws
CLOUD SPOTS—long-furred black tom with white ears, white chest, and two white paws
LIGHTNING TAIL—black tom
OWL EYES—gray tom with amber eyes
PINK EYES—white tom with pink eyes
LEAF—black-and-white tom with amber eyes
MILKWEED—splotchy ginger-and-black she-cat with scar on muzzle
CLOVER—ginger-and-white she-cat with yellow eyes
THISTLE—ginger tom with green eyes
GOOSEBERRY—pale yellow tabby she-cat yew tail—cream-and-brown tom
APPLE BLOSSOM—orange-and-white she-kit
SNAIL SHELL—dappled gray tom-kit
LEADER RIVER RIPPLE—long-furred silver tom with amber eyes
DAPPLED PELT—delicate tortoiseshell she-cat with golden eyes
SHATTERED ICE—gray-and-white tom with green eyes
DAWN MIST—orange-and-white she-cat with green eyes
MOSS TAIL—dark brown tom with golden eyes
DRIZZLE—gray-and-white she-kit with pale blue eyes
PINE NEEDLE—black tom-kit with yellow eyes
LEADER TALL SHADOW—black, thick-furred she-cat with green eyes
PEBBLE HEART—dark gray tabby tom with white mark on his chest and amber eyes
SUN SHADOW—black tom with amber eyes
JUNIPER BRANCH—long-furred tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes
RAVEN PELT—black tom with yellow eyes
MOUSE EAR—big tabby tom with unusually small ears
MUD PAWS—pale brown tom with four black paws
COW—plump black-and-white barn she-cat with green eyes
MOUSE—small brown barn tom with amber eyes
MICAH—yellow tom with green eyes
Other feline shapes moved around Moth Flight, hazy in the pale dawn. She snapped her head around as a hiss sounded beside her. A huge dark tabby reared and smashed his forepaws down onto a smaller black-and-white tom. “Why don’t you help her?” Moth Flight begged. But neither cat seemed to hear. The tom scrabbled desperately at the earth as the tabby pinned him down.
Moth Flight’s thoughts spun.
But the other cats weren’t fighting.
Ginger fur flickered like flame through the ditch as a young tom raced to the she-cat’s side and crouched beside her. Two frightened faces peered over the top of the ditch, ears twitching.
Blood was seeping onto the ground from the she-cat’s neck.
“She’s dying!” Moth Flight yowled to the fighting toms. But they only snarled at one another more viciously.
Dread shadowed her heart. Moth Flight raced toward the injured she-cat, her paws moving soundlessly over the earth.
Early sunlight struck her flank, but made no shadow on the earth beyond.
She slid into the ditch and stopped beside the flame-colored tom. “What happened to her?”
The tom didn’t answer. He leaned close to the injured she-cat, until his breath stirred her ear fur.
“Don’t die!” Moth Flight reached out to touch the she-cat, but her paw passed through the injured cat’s flank as if she was cutting through mist.
Dark fur loomed beside her. The great tabby had stopped fighting and come at last. But as he pushed past her, Moth Flight felt no weight. His fur brushed through her as though she weren’t there.
The two young cats, watching from the top of the ditch, climbed down into the shadows and stood trembling beside the ginger tom. She saw the tabby’s mouth open and close as he spoke, but she couldn’t hear his words.
Moth Flight held her breath as she saw the blue-gray cat’s flanks grow still.
The sight of death sliced through Moth Flight like an icy wind, and she began to tremble. She remembered Gray Wing’s death, just a moon ago. She’d shivered as she’d peered into his open grave, her heart twisting as she saw how small he looked and how dull his fur had become. The warmhearted tom, whose pelt had rippled in the wind, had been lost in death. Prey seemed to lie in his place. His Clan had buried him, eyes hollow with grief, yet at least the ceremony had given them a chance to say good-bye.
“You must bury her,” she breathed shakily.
But the cats did not move. They only stared at their dead friend, hardly blinking as the sun lifted higher into the sky. The-black-and-white tom watched from a few tail-lengths away, nervously eyeing the tabby.
“Don’t just stand there!” Frustration raged through Moth
Flight as she tried to make herself heard. “Show her some respect! Start digging her grave.”
No cat turned or even betrayed with an ear twitch that they’d heard her.
The sun lifted higher until its rays spilled into the ditch.
“Are you going to leave her here for crows to pick at?”
Moth Flight couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Suddenly, the blue-gray she-cat’s tail twitched.
Moth Flight gasped, shock jolting through her. Had the wind caught the dead cat’s fur?
The blue-gray she-cat was lifting her head, looking blearily at the others.
Moth Flight tried to back away, but the mist seemed to entwine her paws, holding her still. She stared in disbelief as the she-cat spoke to the flame-pelted tom.