Mistystar's Omen Read online

  ERIN HUNTER

  Contents

  Allegiances

  Maps

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Acknowledgments

  Excerpt from Warriors: Hollyleaf’s Story

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Excerpt from Warriors Super Edition: Yellowfang’s Secret

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  About the Author

  Other Books in This Series

  Back Ads

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  Allegiances

  RIVERCLAN

  LEADER

  LEOPARDSTAR—unusually spotted golden tabby she-cat

  DEPUTY

  MISTYFOOT—gray she-cat with blue eyes

  MEDICINE CAT

  MOTHWING—dappled golden she-cat

  APPRENTICE, WILLOWSHINE (gray tabby she-cat)

  WARRIORS

  REEDWHISKER—black tom

  APPRENTICE, HOLLOWPAW (dark brown tabby tom)

  GRAYMIST—pale gray tabby she-cat

  APPRENTICE, TROUTPAW (pale gray tabby she-cat)

  MINTFUR—light gray tabby tom

  ICEWING—white she-cat with blue eyes

  MINNOWTAIL—dark gray she-cat

  APPRENTICE, MOSSYPAW (brown-and-white she-cat)

  PEBBLEFOOT—mottled gray tom

  APPRENTICE, RUSHPAW (light brown tabby tom)

  MALLOWNOSE—light brown tabby tom

  ROBINWING—tortoiseshell-and-white tom

  BEETLEWHISKER—brown-and-white tabby tom

  PETALFUR—gray-and-white she-cat

  GRASSPELT—light brown tom

  QUEENS

  DUSKFUR—brown tabby she-cat

  MOSSPELT—tortoiseshell she-cat with blue eyes

  ELDERS

  DAPPLENOSE—mottled gray she-cat

  POUNCETAIL—ginger-and-white tom

  THUNDERCLAN

  LEADER

  FIRESTAR—ginger tom with a flame-colored pelt

  DEPUTY

  BRAMBLECLAW—dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes

  MEDICINE CAT

  JAYFEATHER—gray tabby tom with blind blue eyes

  WARRIORS

  (toms and she-cats without kits)

  GRAYSTRIPE—long-haired gray tom

  MILLIE—striped gray tabby she-cat

  DUSTPELT—dark brown tabby tom

  SANDSTORM—pale ginger she-cat with green eyes

  BRACKENFUR—golden brown tabby tom

  SORRELTAIL—tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat with amber eyes

  CLOUDTAIL—long-haired white tom with blue eyes

  BRIGHTHEART—white she-cat with ginger patches

  THORNCLAW—golden brown tabby tom

  SQUIRRELFLIGHT—dark ginger she-cat with green eyes

  LEAFPOOL—light brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes

  SPIDERLEG—long-limbed black tom with brown underbelly and amber eyes

  BIRCHFALL—light brown tabby tom

  WHITEWING—white she-cat with green eyes

  BERRYNOSE—cream-colored tom

  HAZELTAIL—small gray-and-white she-cat

  MOUSEWHISKER—gray-and-white tom

  CINDERHEART—gray tabby she-cat

  APPRENTICE, IVYPAW

  LIONBLAZE—golden tabby tom with amber eyes

  APPRENTICE, DOVEPAW

  FOXLEAP—reddish tabby tom

  ICECLOUD—white she-cat

  TOADSTEP—black-and-white tom

  ROSEPETAL—dark cream she-cat

  BRIARLIGHT—dark brown she-cat

  BLOSSOMFALL—tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat

  BUMBLEFLIGHT—very pale gray tom with black stripes

  APPRENTICES

  (more than six moons old, in training to become warriors)

  DOVEPAW—pale gray she-cat with blue eyes

  IVYPAW—silver-and-white tabby she-cat with dark blue eyes

  QUEENS

  (she-cats expecting or nursing kits)

  FERNCLOUD—pale gray (with darker flecks) she-cat with green eyes

  DAISY—cream long-furred cat from the horseplace

  POPPYFROST—tortoiseshell she-cat (mother to Cherrykit, a ginger she-cat, and Molekit, a brown-and-cream tom)

  ELDERS

  (former warriors and queens, now retired)

  MOUSEFUR—small dusky brown she-cat

  PURDY—plump tabby former loner with a gray muzzle

  LONGTAIL—pale tabby tom with black stripes, retired early due to failing sight

  SHADOWCLAN

  LEADER

  BLACKSTAR—large white tom with huge jet-black paws

  DEPUTY

  RUSSETFUR—dark ginger she-cat

  MEDICINE CAT

  LITTLECLOUD—very small tabby tom

  APPRENTICE, FLAMETAIL (ginger tom)

  WARRIORS

  OAKFUR—small brown tom

  APPRENTICE, FERRETPAW (cream-and-gray tom)

  ROWANCLAW—ginger tom

  SMOKEFOOT—black tom

  TOADFOOT—dark brown tom

  APPLEFUR—mottled brown she-cat

  CROWFROST—black-and-white tom

  RATSCAR—brown tom with long scar across his back

  APPRENTICE, PINEPAW (black she-cat)

  SNOWBIRD—pure-white she-cat

  TAWNYPELT—tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes

  APPRENTICE, STARLINGPAW (ginger tom)

  OLIVENOSE—tortoiseshell she-cat

  OWLCLAW—light brown tabby tom

  SHREWFOOT—gray she-cat with black feet

  SCORCHFUR—dark gray tom

  REDWILLOW—mottled brown-and-ginger tom

  TIGERHEART—dark brown tabby tom

  DAWNPELT—cream-furred she-cat

  QUEENS

  KINKFUR—tabby she-cat, with long fur that sticks out at all angles

  IVYTAIL—black, white, and tortoiseshell she-cat

  ELDERS

  CEDARHEART—dark gray tom

  TALLPOPPY—long-legged light brown tabby she-cat

  SNAKETAIL—dark brown tom with tabby-striped tail

  WHITEWATER—white she-cat with long fur, blind in one eye

  WINDCLAN

  LEADER

  ONESTAR—brown tabby tom

  DEPUTY

  ASHFOOT—gray she-cat

  MEDICINE CAT

  KESTRELFLIGHT—mottled gray tom

  WARRIORS

  CROWFEATHER—dark gray tom

  OWLWHISKER—light brown tabby tom

  APPRENTICE, WHISKERPAW (light brown tom)

  WHITETAIL—small white she-cat

  NIGHTCLOUD—black she-cat

  GORSETAIL—very pale gray-and-white she-cat with blue eyes

  WEASELFUR—ginger tom with white paws

  HARESPRING—brown-and-white tom

  LEAFTAIL—dark tabby tom with amber eyes

  ANTPELT—brown tom with one black ear

  EMBERFOOT—gray tom with two dark paws

  HEATHERTAIL—light brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes

  APPRENTICE, FURZEPAW (gray-and-white she-cat)

  BREEZEPELT—black tom with amber eyes

  APPRENTICE, BOULDERPAW (large pale gray tom)

  SEDGEWHISKER—light brown tabby she-cat

  SWALLOWTAIL—dark gray she-cat

  SUNSTRIKE—tortoiseshell she-cat with large white mark on her forehead

  ELDERS

  WEBFOOT—dark gray tabby tom

  TORNEAR—tabby tom

  CATS OUTSIDE CLANS
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  SMOKY—muscular gray-and-white tom who lives in a barn at the horseplace

  FLOSS—small gray-and-white she-cat who lives at the horseplace

  OTHER ANIMALS

  MIDNIGHT—a star-gazing badger who lives by the sea

  Maps

  Chapter 1

  Mistyfoot stood at the edge of the rock and watched the water swirl below her paws. It was brown and thick with debris—twigs, scraps of leaf, even a knot of roots that had once held up a tree—and however hard Mistyfoot stared, she was unable to glimpse the stones on the bottom of the lake, or the distinctive flash of silver that gave away the position of a fish. She stretched down to lap at the surface with her tongue. The water tasted bitter and muddy.

  “It’s not the same, is it?” Leopardstar commented beside her. Mistyfoot raised her head and looked at her leader. Leopardstar’s golden fur looked dull and dusty in the gray dawn light, and the dark spots that had inspired her name seemed to have faded in the last moon. “I thought when the water returned that everything would be as it was before,” Leopardstar went on. She dipped her paw in the lake, staggering a little as she straightened up again, and watched the drips fall from the tips of her claws onto the stone.

  “The fish will come back soon,” Mistyfoot meowed. “Now that the streams are flowing, there’s no reason for them to stay away.”

  Leopardstar gazed at the ruffled water. “So many fish died in the drought,” she sighed, as if Mistyfoot hadn’t spoken. “What if the lake stays empty forever? What will we eat?”

  Mistyfoot moved closer to her leader until her shoulder brushed Leopardstar’s fur. She was shocked to feel the she-cat’s bones sharp just beneath the skin. “Everything will be fine,” she murmured. “The beavers’ dam has been destroyed, the rain has come, and the long thirst is over. It’s been a hard greenleaf, but we have survived.”

  “Blackclaw, Voletooth, and Dawnflower didn’t,” Leopardstar snapped. “Three elders lost in a single season? I had to watch my Clanmates starve to death because there were no fish to catch, nothing left in the lake but mud. And what about Rippletail? He was as brave as any of the other cats who went to find where the water had gone—why didn’t he deserve to come back? Did he go too far beyond the sight of StarClan?”

  Mistyfoot let her tail curl forward to rest on Leopardstar’s back. “Rippletail died saving the lake, and all the Clans. He will be honored forever.”

  Leopardstar turned away and began to pad up the shore. “He paid too high a price,” she growled. “If the fish haven’t returned with the water, we’re no better off than we were during the drought.” She stumbled, and Mistyfoot jumped forward, ready to support her. But Leopardstar shrugged her off with a hiss and continued over the stones, limping.

  Mistyfoot followed at a respectful distance, not wanting to fuss over the proud golden cat. She knew Leopardstar was in pain most of the time now, worn down by a sickness that had resisted all of Mothwing’s medicine skills, although it wasn’t unknown: the ravaging thirst, the dramatic weight loss in spite of constant hunger, the growing weakness that dulled a cat’s eyes and hearing. Mistyfoot felt her gaze soften as she watched Leopardstar reach the end of the pebbles and push her way into the ferns that ringed the RiverClan camp.

  Suddenly there was a muffled cry from the depths of the undergrowth.

  “Leopardstar?” Mistyfoot bounded into the green stalks. A few strides in, she reached her leader’s side. She was slumped on the ground, her eyes stretched wide with pain, her flanks heaving with the effort to draw another breath. “Don’t move,” Mistyfoot ordered. “I’ll fetch help.” She thrust her way through the rest of the ferns and burst into the clearing at the heart of the territory. “Mothwing! Come quick! Leopardstar has fallen!”

  There was the sound of racing paws; then Mothwing’s sandy pelt, so close to the shade of Leopardstar’s, appeared at the entrance to her den. The medicine cat paused, looking around, and Mistyfoot called, “This way!”

  Side by side, the cats pushed through the ferns to their leader. Leopardstar had closed her eyes, and her breath rattled in her chest as she gasped for air. Mothwing bent over her, sniffing and tasting her fur with her tongue. Mistyfoot leaned forward but recoiled from the musty stench coming from the sick cat. Close up, she could see dirt and scurf in Leopardstar’s pelt, as if the leader hadn’t groomed herself in days.

  “Fetch Mintfur and Pebblefoot,” Mothwing mewed quietly over her shoulder. “They haven’t gone out on patrol yet. They can help us carry Leopardstar to her den.”

  Relieved to have an excuse to leave, and guilty that she wanted to, Mistyfoot backed away and raced to the clearing. She returned with Mintfur and Pebblefoot and watched as Mothwing eased Leopardstar to her paws, propped heavily on either flank by the warriors. Mistyfoot held the ferns aside as the cats half guided, half dragged their leader into the camp.

  “Is Leopardstar dead?” Mistyfoot heard one of Duskfur’s kits whisper.

  “Of course not, dear. She’s just very tired,” Duskfur mewed.

  Mistyfoot stood at the entrance to the den and watched Pebblefoot pat moss into place beneath Leopardstar’s head. This was more than mere exhaustion. Already the den seemed darker, the shadows thicker, as though warriors from StarClan were gathering to welcome the RiverClan leader. Mintfur brushed past Mistyfoot as he left, his pale gray pelt smelling sharply of ferns. “Let me know if I can do anything else for her,” he murmured, and Mistyfoot nodded. Pebblefoot followed, his head lowered and the tip of his tail leaving a faint scar in the dust.

  Mothwing tucked Leopardstar’s front paw more comfortably under the she-cat’s chest and straightened up. “I need to fetch some herbs from my den,” she meowed. “Stay with her; let her know that you are here.” She rested her muzzle briefly against Mistyfoot’s ear. “Be strong, my friend,” she whispered.

  The den seemed deathly quiet after Mothwing had gone. Leopardstar’s breathing had grown shallow, a barely audible wheeze that did little more than flex the moss by her muzzle. Mistyfoot crouched down by her leader’s head and stroked her tail along Leopardstar’s bony flank. “Sleep well,” she mewed softly. “You’re safe now. Mothwing is gathering herbs to make you feel better.”

  To her surprise, Leopardstar stirred. “It’s too late for that,” rasped the she-cat without opening her eyes. “StarClan draws near; I can feel them all around me. This is my time to leave.”

  “Don’t say that!” hissed Mistyfoot. “Your ninth life has barely started! Mothwing will heal you.”

  Leopardstar let out a grunt. “Mothwing has served me so well, but some things are beyond even her skills. Let me go peacefully, Mistyfoot. I won’t fight this last battle, and neither should you.”

  “But I don’t want to lose you!” Mistyfoot protested.

  One clouded blue eye opened and gazed at her. “Really?” Leopardstar wheezed. “After what I did to your brother? To all the half-Clan cats?”

  For a heartbeat, Mistyfoot was plunged back into the dark and stinking rabbit hole in RiverClan’s old camp in the forest. Tigerstar and Leopardstar had united to form TigerClan, and in their quest for the purest warrior blood, they had imprisoned all cats with mixed Clan heritage. Mistyfoot and Stonefur, who had been the RiverClan deputy, had recently learned that Bluestar of ThunderClan was their mother. This had been enough to condemn them in Leopardstar’s eyes, and she had allowed Tigerstar to persecute them until Stonefur had been killed, murdered in cold blood by Tigerstar’s deputy, Blackfoot. Mistyfoot had been rescued by Firestar and taken to ThunderClan until the terrible battle with BloodClan had ended Tigerstar’s death-soaked rule.

  “I never deserved your forgiveness,” Leopardstar whispered, jerking Mistyfoot back to the cold, quiet den.

  “Tigerstar was responsible for the death of my brother,” Mistyfoot growled. “Tigerstar and Blackfoot. The time of TigerClan had nothing to do with the warrior code that I believe in. I was always loyal to RiverClan—and to you, as our leader.”

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sp; Leopardstar sighed. “Your life has been harder than I wanted, Mistyfoot. Losing your brother and three of your kits. You have borne your heartache well.”

  Mistyfoot stiffened. No cat would ever know the pain she had felt when she buried her children. “Every queen knows that the life of a kit is a precious and fragile thing. I will see them again in StarClan, and I walk with them in my heart every day,” she mewed.

  There was a pause as Leopardstar strained to take a breath, and Mistyfoot half rose, ready to call for help. Then Leopardstar relaxed again. “I am sorry not to have known the joy of having kits. There was a time when I thought it might happen, but it was not to be.” Her words faded away as though she was picturing something she had dreamed of long ago. “Perhaps it was for the best. But I would have been proud to call you my daughter, Mistyfoot.”

  Mistyfoot couldn’t reply. Her heart ached with the familiar sorrow that she had never had a chance to know her real mother, Bluestar. The ThunderClan leader had revealed her darkest secret to Mistyfoot and Stonefur just before she died on the banks of the river. For a moment, Mistyfoot had been scorched by the love of a mother, but then it had vanished, leaving a cold emptiness that could never be filled.

  She curled herself around Leopardstar, just as she had tried to warm Bluestar’s sodden body all those moons ago.

  “Sleep now,” she murmured into Leopardstar’s ear. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

  Chapter 2

  The wind had risen, stirring the bushes and making the waves splash against the shore, when Mistyfoot woke. The den was pale with dawn light that flickered as the branches of the rowan tree swayed in the breeze. Beside Mistyfoot, Leopardstar was cold and still. Mistyfoot rested her muzzle on the old cat’s head, then slipped out of the den and padded through the sleeping camp down to the shore. She stared over the choppy gray water, wondering if Leopardstar had joined their ancestors yet.

  Paw steps behind her made Mistyfoot turn. Mothwing was stepping carefully over the stones. “Leopardstar is dead,” the medicine cat announced.

  “I know,” Mistyfoot meowed. She closed her eyes against the rush of pain. She felt Mothwing come to stand beside her, spilling warmth and softness from her fur. “I don’t feel ready to lead this Clan,” Mistyfoot confessed in a whisper without opening her eyes. “How can I follow in Leopardstar’s footsteps?”

  Mothwing rested her tail on Mistyfoot’s back. “You are more than ready,” she promised. “Think of the path you have traveled so far. You have seen more than most cats ever will in their lifetime.”