Free Warriors: Power Of Three 2 - Dark River by Erin Hunter Page A

him.
    Light glowed up ahead. Desperation and relief made his legs weak as he shot out of the hole. Dawn light flooded his eyes, making him blink as he glanced furtively around. No sign of any patrols. Ducking down, he scrabbled under the brambles and began to run for home.
    I can’t go back empty-pawed! The thought brought him sliding to a halt.
    A sparrow flitted overhead. No one can complain if I feed my Clan.
    Lionpaw dropped into a hunting crouch. Still as a rock, he watched the sparrow flutter to the ground and waited as it hopped closer, fighting the urge to spring until it was within reach. The leaves rustled as it bobbed nearer. Lionpaw kneaded the ground with his hind paws. One more hop . . .
    Got you! Springing forward quick as a snake, Lionpaw killed the bird with one swipe. He picked up the limp body in his teeth and bounded toward the camp.
    “Hello, Lionpaw.” Whitewing was still guarding the entrance. “I didn’t see you go out.”
    Lionpaw’s mew was muffled by his mouthful of feathers.
    “I went through the dirtplace tunnel.” His tail pricked at the lie, but he had no choice.
    “Looks like someone’s going to have a nice early breakfast,”
    Whitewing commented.
    “Mmmm.” Lionpaw nodded, whisking past her into the camp.
    Hollypaw was lying beside the halfrock with Jaypaw. She looked up as Lionpaw entered the camp. Flicking his tail at her, he dropped his catch on the pile.
    “You must have been up early,” Jaypaw mewed as he clambered onto the smooth halfrock and began to wash.
    “The birds make so much noise, I’m surprised you can sleep through them,” Lionpaw replied, thinking fast.
    Hollypaw narrowed her eyes. “After the hunt Brackenfur took me on yesterday, I’d have slept through anything.”
    Lionpaw wiped a paw over one ear. Inside, his stomach was a hard knot. He hated lying. He wasn’t doing any harm by playing with Heatherpaw. But he knew his Clanmates wouldn’t see it like that.
    I’m loyal to my Clan, Lionpaw told himself . I shouldn’t have to prove it.
    But still, the bitter taste of his lie stung in his throat.

CHAPTER 6
    Hollypaw yawned and stretched in the den entrance. The early morning sun felt warm on her paws. She looked over her shoulder. Lionpaw was still asleep in his nest.
    Cinderpaw was already at the fresh-kill pile.
    “Anything there?” Hollypaw called to her friend.
    “Only a mouse.” Cinderpaw pawed it uncertainly. “A bit stale, but not too bad.”
    Hollypaw padded toward her. “Perhaps we should see if Daisy wants it for the kits first.”
    “No, thank you!” Daisy was sunning herself outside the nursery while Ferncloud’s kits tumbled around her. “They can wait for the dawn patrol to return and have something warm and fresh.”
    “I don’t mind eating a stale mouse!” Foxkit offered.
    “No,” Daisy mewed, “you’ve got a cold. Only warm food for you.”
    “But I’m hungry!”
    “Greedy, more like!” Icekit teased. The fluffy white kit cuffed her brother around his ear. He turned on her at once and pounced. She squealed and pummeled him with her hind legs.
    Daisy moved her tail out of the way as they rolled past her.
    “It’ll be a relief when they move into the apprentices’ den,”
    she mewed. Hollypaw knew that she didn’t mean it. Ferncloud would move back to the warriors’ den, and Daisy would be alone in the empty nursery. She’d always made it clear she wasn’t cut out to be a warrior but, without kits to nurse, what would she be? Hopefully the spring would bring a new litter.
    “Hollypaw! Cinderpaw!” Leafpool was looking out from the elders’ den. “Come and clean out the bedding in here.”
    “Okay!” Cinderpaw bounded over to her, abandoning the mouse.
    “I’ll get fresh moss!” Hollypaw knew that Leafpool kept a fresh stock beside the medicine den. She raced to grab a wad of it, then carried it to the elders’ den.
    The honeysuckle that trailed over the elder bush where Longtail and Mousefur slept was