his gaze. âThereâs been talk in the camp ever since the last dream. Not everyone wants to live on the moor.â
âCome to my forest, then.â Clear Sky pressed. Why were they making this so complicated? âItâs sheltered there. With more cats, we can find more prey.â
Thunder frowned. âI donât understand. You used to try to keep us out of the forest.â
Clear Sky met his gaze. âI used to defend my borders,â he admitted. âBut Iâve changed. Now that Iâve spoken with Fluttering Bird, I know whatââ
Gray Wing pricked his ears. âYou saw Fluttering Bird?â His eyes lit up. âHow is she?â
âSheâs well.â Warmth flooded Clear Sky as he remembered his sisterâs sleek fur. âBetter than she ever was in life.â
âWhat did she say?â Tall Shadow asked slowly.
âShe said we must each follow our hearts,â Clear Sky told her.
âShe meant we must find our own homes,â Tall Shadow concluded.
âNo!â Clear Sky flexed his claws in frustration. âWhy would the spirit cats ask us to split up now? Weâd be making ourselves vulnerableâespecially after the sickness killed off so much prey. We must join together! The way we used to be. The way we should have stayed.â His pelt grew hot. Gray Wing and Thunder were staring at him through narrowed eyes. Didnât they trust him? âPlease come with me to the forest.â He flicked his tail toward the other cats, half-hidden bythe snow, which swirled across the clearing. âEvery cat must come. Itâs sheltered there.â
âNo, Clear Sky.â Thunderâs growl cut to Clear Skyâs heart. âAfter everything thatâs happened, we canât go back to how it was.â His amber gaze sharpened. âCats have died over the borders you created. Now you want us to pretend they were never there.â
âBut what about the spirit cats?â Clear Skyâs mew was hoarse. Theyâre rejecting my plan.
Gray Wing met Clear Skyâs gaze. âThey told us to spread and grow, and thatâs what weâll do.â
âYou should go home.â Thunder jerked his nose toward the camp entrance. âNo oneâs coming to live in the forest with you. If you want more cats to boss around, recruit some new strays.â
Clear Sky swallowed. Whatâs gotten into Thunder? Did he really believe Clear Sky just wanted to boss more cats around? Did he think heâd learned nothing?
Tall Shadow gazed anxiously into the wind. Flakes of snow whipped her face. âPerhaps he should wait out the storm. Itâs almost on us.â
Clear Sky shook his head. He didnât want to stay. âIâll go,â he growled.
Head down, he padded to the entrance. He had come to unite the cats. Now he felt further away from them than ever. How would he explain this to Fluttering Bird? Heâd failed her. He pushed through the gorse, his paws heavy as stone. There must be some way to make the moor cats understand.He flattened his ears as he padded out onto the open grass beyond the gorse. The wind was strong, the snow thick. It buffeted his fur, so cold that it felt like claws slicing through his pelt. Hunching low, Clear Sky hurried toward the heather.
Iâll make them understand, Fluttering Bird. Snow battered his face. Iâll make them follow their hearts, I promise. Weâll be together soon.
C HAPTER 2
Thunder watched his father disappear through the gorse. Guilt stabbed at his chest. Was I too harsh? He glanced questioningly at Gray Wing. âShould I make sure he gets back to the forest safely?â
Gray Wing didnât answer. He was gazing into the swirling snow, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.
Tall Shadow leaned forward. âGo,â she murmured.
Thunder blinked at her gratefully and headed for the gorse. Pushing out onto the moor, he narrowed his eyes