Free Warriors 03 - Forest of Secrets by Erin Hunter

not.” She crouched down and began to crunch the fresh-kill, showing teeth broken with age. “Stringy, but it’ll do,” she rasped, gulping.
    While she was still eating, Fireheart tried to find the right words for what he needed to say. “I want to ask you about something Oakheart said before he died,” he ventured.
    Graypool’s ears twitched.
    â€œI heard what happened in the battle at the Sunningrocks,” Fireheart continued. “Before he died, Oakheart told one of our warriors that no ThunderClan cat should ever harm Stonefur. Do you know what he might have meant?”
    Graypool did not reply until she had swallowed the last morsel of mouse and swiped a remarkably pink tongue around her muzzle. Then she sat up and curled her tail around her paws. She fixed a thoughtful gaze on Fireheart for several long moments, until he felt that she could see everything that was in his mind.
    â€œI think you should go,” she mewed at last to the two young RiverClan cats. “Go on, out. You too,” she added to Graystripe.“I’ll talk to Fireheart alone. I can see he’s the one who needs to know.”
    Fireheart bit back a protest. If he insisted that Graystripe should stay, the RiverClan elder might refuse to talk at all. He looked at his friend and saw his own puzzled expression reflected in Graystripe’s yellow eyes. What did Graypool have to say that she didn’t want her own Clan to hear? Fireheart shivered, and not from the cold. Some instinct told him there was a secret here, dark as the shadow of a crow’s wing. But if it was a RiverClan secret, he couldn’t imagine what it could have to do with ThunderClan.
    From the glances they exchanged, Silverstream and Mistyfoot were just as confused, but they started to back out from the bush without protest.
    â€œWe’ll wait for you near the Twoleg bridge,” Silverstream mewed.
    â€œThere’s no need,” Graypool hissed impatiently. “I may be old, but I’m not helpless. I’ll find my own way back.”
    Silverstream shrugged and the two RiverClan cats withdrew, with Graystripe following them.
    Graypool sat in silence until the scents of the cats who had left began to fade. “Now,” she began, “Mistyfoot has told you that I’m her mother, and Stonefur’s?”
    â€œYes.” Fireheart’s initial nervousness was ebbing away, to be replaced with respect for this ancient enemy queen, as he sensed the wisdom beneath her apparent short temper.
    â€œWell,” growled the old cat, “I’m not.” As Fireheart opened his mouth to speak, she went on. “I brought the pair of themup as kits, but I didn’t give birth to them. Oakheart brought them to me in the middle of leaf-bare, when they were just a few days old.”
    â€œBut where did Oakheart get the kits?” Fireheart blurted out.
    Graypool’s eyes narrowed. “He told me he found them in the forest, as if they’d been abandoned by rogue cats or Twolegs,” she meowed. “But I’m not stupid, and my nose has always worked just fine. The kits smelled of the forest all right, but there was another scent underneath. The scent of ThunderClan.”

CHAPTER 6
    â€œWhat?” Fireheart was so astonished he could hardly speak. “Are you saying that Mistyfoot and Stonefur came from ThunderClan?”
    â€œYes.” Graypool gave her chest fur a couple of licks. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”
    Fireheart was stunned. “Did Oakheart steal them?” he asked.
    Graypool’s fur bristled, and she drew her lips back in a snarl. “Oakheart was a noble warrior. He would never stoop to stealing kits!”
    â€œI’m sorry.” Alarmed, Fireheart crouched and flattened his ears. “I didn’t mean…It’s just so hard to believe!”
    Graypool sniffed, and her fur gradually lay flat again. Fireheart was