Chapter 2
Featherpaw’s striped tail touched my shoulder. “Come on,” she whispered. The sun’s bright blaze rose in the sky. It was about sunhigh, now. “Let’s go.”
I followed my new mentor to the medicine clearing. Featherpaw glanced around. Bircheyes and Mudpelt were crouched down, nosing a motionless lump of fur. They jumped as we walked in.
Silently, Featherpaw helped roll Briarfur’s body onto Bircheyes’ shoulders. He blinked at her, and Mudpelt rasped, “The Clan is wrong, young ‘uns. It is good you...
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