Free Warriors 04 - Rising Storm by Erin Hunter Page A

wait till I’d washed.” Runningwind seemed more angry than worried. “But when I’d finished, Brightpaw told me he’d gone hunting by himself.”
    â€œI’m sorry,” Fireheart apologized, sighing inwardly. Thelast thing he needed right now was Cloudpaw’s disobedience. “I’ll speak to him when he gets back.”
    Runningwind’s eyes glittered with annoyance and he looked unconvinced by Fireheart’s promise. Fireheart was about to apologize again when he saw Runningwind’s expression turn to disbelief as Cloudpaw scampered into the camp, a squirrel grasped in his jaws. The apprentice’s eyes shone with pride at the catch, which was almost as big as he was. Runningwind snorted with exasperation.
    â€œI’ll sort it out,” Fireheart meowed quickly. He sensed Runningwind had plenty more to say about Cloudpaw, but the warrior just nodded and padded away.
    Fireheart watched the white cat carry his squirrel to the fresh-kill pile. Cloudpaw dropped it and wandered toward the apprentices’ den without taking any food for himself, even though there was plenty of prey. With a sinking feeling, Fireheart guessed that Cloudpaw had already eaten while out hunting. How many times could Cloudpaw break the warrior code in a single day? he wondered irritably.
    â€œCloudpaw!” called Fireheart.
    Cloudpaw looked up. “What?” he mewed.
    â€œI want to talk to you.”
    As Cloudpaw padded slowly toward him, Fireheart was uncomfortably aware of Runningwind watching from outside the warriors’ den.
    â€œDid you eat while out hunting?” he demanded as soon as Cloudpaw neared.
    Cloudpaw shrugged. “So what if I did? I was hungry.”
    â€œWhat does the warrior code tell us about eating before the Clan is fed?”
    Cloudpaw looked at the treetops. “If it’s anything like the rest of the code, it’ll tell me I can’t,” he muttered.
    Fireheart pushed away his rising exasperation. “Did you fetch that pigeon?”
    â€œI couldn’t. It was gone.”
    With a shock Fireheart realized he didn’t know if he believed Cloudpaw or not. He decided there was no point pursuing it. “Why didn’t you go hunting with Runningwind?” he asked instead.
    â€œHe was taking too long to get ready. Anyway, I prefer hunting alone!”
    â€œYou’re still just an apprentice,” Fireheart reminded him sternly. “You’ll learn better if you hunt with a warrior.”
    Cloudpaw sighed and nodded. “Yes, Fireheart.”
    Fireheart had no idea if Cloudpaw had really listened or not. “You’ll never be given your warrior name if you carry on like this! How do you think you’ll feel watching Ashpaw’s and Fernpaw’s naming ceremonies when you’re still an apprentice?”
    â€œThat’ll never happen,” Cloudpaw argued.
    â€œWell, one thing’s for certain,” Fireheart told him. “ You’ll be staying at camp while they go to the next Gathering.”
    Finally Fireheart seemed to have Cloudpaw’s attention. The white-haired apprentice stared up at him in disbelief. “But—” he began.
    â€œWhen I report this to Bluestar, I think she’ll agree withme,” Fireheart interrupted him fiercely. “Now, go away!”
    Tail down, Cloudpaw padded off toward the other apprentices, who were watching from outside their den. Fireheart didn’t even bother looking to see if Runningwind had witnessed the scene. Right now he didn’t care what the Clan thought of his apprentice. The opinions of the other cats seemed to pale into insignificance next to his growing fear that Cloudpaw would never become a true warrior.

CHAPTER 7
    â€œBluestar, it’s been a quarter moon since we returned from the uplands.” Fireheart carefully avoided mentioning the Moonstone. Even though they were alone in her den, he still felt uncomfortable