She forced herself to relax, letting the water support her and working her paws in a steady rhythm that held them afloat.
Thistlekit coughed and wheezed, trembling against her chest.
Hollypaw scanned the dark surface of the lake for the others. Joy sparked in her belly when she saw Lionpaw’s golden head bobbing a few tail-lengths away. Sedgekit was clinging to his back, eyes shining in the moonlight.
Bubbles exploded near him, and Breezepaw burst to the surface with Swallowkit.
Jaypaw? Heatherpaw? Panic started to grip Hollypaw. Had they made it? She heard splashing behind her and she twisted around, dragging Thistlekit so fast he squealed with surprise.
Jaypaw and Heatherpaw were flailing beside each other, their paws spraying water as they fought to stay afloat.
“Jaypaw!” she called.
“We’re okay!” Heatherpaw coughed.
Hollypaw swam toward them, kicking out with her hind legs, surprised to find herself swimming like a RiverClan cat.
“The shore’s over there!” She could see it not far off and, reaching Jaypaw, she nudged him toward it.
Heatherpaw was splashing toward Lionpaw. Why wasn’t the WindClan apprentice trying to help her own Clanmate?
Then she realized that Lionpaw was thrashing in the water, ducking his face under. As he came up for a breath, she saw his eyes were wild with panic.
“Sedgekit’s gone!” he yowled.
Heatherpaw dived beneath the surface. Hollypaw held her breath, treading water as Lionpaw ducked under again. Had the current dragged the kit back down into the black, bot-tomless water?
Suddenly, Heatherpaw bobbed up, Sedgekit between her jaws. The kit’s paws flapped wildly. He was alive!
Lionpaw broke the surface, his eyes lighting as he saw Sedgekit. He swam to Heatherpaw’s side and grasped the kit’s tail between his teeth, and together they headed for the shore. Hollypaw swam beside Jaypaw, casting an eye back to make sure Breezepaw was still managing. The black WindClan apprentice was pounding through the water with Swallowkit’s scruff in his jaws and his eyes fixed on the shore.
Hollypaw’s muscles burned with exhaustion, but she didn’t dare stop moving. With Thistlekit’s fur blocking her mouth, every breath was a struggle, but she kept her gaze pinned on the shoreline and pushed on. At last, she felt pebbles graze her hind paws and, reaching down, touched the bottom with a forepaw.
Wading from the water, she dropped Thistlekit in the shallows and stood panting for a moment, struggling to get her breath back. Heatherpaw and Lionpaw already lay farther up the shore, their flanks heaving while Sedgekit crouched beside them, vomiting water onto the pebbles.
Pebbles clacked behind her as Jaypaw followed her out of the lake.
“How did you know it would carry us into the lake?”
Hollypaw gasped.
“It . . . it made sense,” Jaypaw mewed between coughs. He splashed onto the beach, and Thistlekit stumbled after him.
Breezepaw was struggling out of the shallows a few foxtails along the shore. Swallowkit dangled from his jaws, her paws flailing as she fought to be put down.
“We’re all safe!” Hollypaw breathed. She padded to Lionpaw and Heatherpaw, her trembling paws slipping on the wet pebbles. “Are you two okay?”
Lionpaw lifted his head. “Only
A purr burst from Heatherpaw. She flicked Lionpaw with her dripping tail and got to her paws. “We’d better get the kits back to camp.”
Hollypaw glanced up the beach. Brambles and ferns crowded the shoreline, the forest dark behind them. This was
ThunderClan territory. “Let’s take them to Leafpool,” she suggested. “It’s nearer and we need to make sure they’re okay.” Sedgekit was still coughing up water. Thistlekit had collapsed beside him, and though her eyes were open, her breathing was rapid.
“Hollypaw’s right.” Jaypaw joined them. “They need treat-ment for shock.”
Swallowkit hurried toward them, Breezepaw at her side.
“That was the horriblest thing I ever did!” She shook the water from her fur.
“You wait till you taste Leafpool’s medicine,” Jaypaw warned.
Breezepaw’s eyes glittered with suspicion. “Leafpool?”
“The ThunderClan camp’s closest,” Heatherpaw told him.
“We should get them treated.”
Breezepaw stared at Swallowkit. There was blood on her fur where the rocks had scoured her pelt. “Okay,” he agreed.
Jaypaw pricked his ears. “Listen.”
Threatening yowls rang through the night air. Hollypaw stiffened as she recognized her father’s voice, countered by the menacing growls of WindClan cats.
“It’s coming from the forest border,” Jaypaw mewed.
Had their disappearance made things even worse?
“There’s going to be a battle if we don’t get back soon!”
Hollypaw gasped.
Lionpaw leaped to his paws. “We can show them the kits.
If they know they’re safe, there doesn’t need to be a fight.”
“Are we going to the battle?” Swallowkit’s eyes grew wide as an owl’s.
“I can help fight!” Sedgekit mewed.
“There won’t be a battle if we get there quickly,” Hollypaw mewed. Sedgekit had no idea that he’d helped cause this mess, or that he’d be fighting some of the cats who’d just saved him. “Do you think you can make it?”
“Of course we can!” Thistlekit flicked her tail.
Jaypaw sniffed each kit in turn. “They need herbs,” he mewed doubtfully. Then he lifted his chin. “But it can wait a while.”
“Walking will warm them up,” Heatherpaw pointed out.
Hollypaw led the way up the beach. She scrambled up the bank and pushed aside a swath of ferns, holding back the fronds to let the others pass. Heatherpaw nudged Swallowkit up the slope while Breezepaw followed Thistlekit, pressing his muzzle against her flank to stop her stumbling. Lionpaw grabbed Sedgekit by the scruff and swung him up the steep bank, letting him drop beside Hollypaw. She pressed the ferns back as the kit padded past. He was staring up at the branches, eyes wide as though he’d never walked beneath trees before.
“What’s Jaypaw doing?” Lionpaw was staring at his brother on the shore.
Hollypaw narrowed her eyes. Jaypaw was crouched beside a stick.
“You stay with the others,” she told Lionpaw. “We’ll catch up with you.”
She darted back onto the beach. “Are you okay?” she called to Jaypaw.
He didn’t seem to hear her. He was staring at the stick, eyes closed like he was asleep. She padded closer, feeling as if she were intruding.
“All safe, just as you promised,” Jaypaw was murmuring, his muzzle pressed against the smooth, pale wood. “Thank you.”
“We have to go!” Hollypaw urged.
Jaypaw didn’t stir. “Go carefully, Fallen Leaves,” he whispered. “I hope you find your own way out one day.”
“Come on, Jaypaw!” They must hurry. The yowls from the border were growing fiercer.
Jaypaw lifted his head. “I’m coming.” He left the stick and padded to her side.
“What were you doing?”
