Free Warriors Super Edition: Yellowfang’s Secret by Erin Hunter

else racing about like that,” Yellowpaw muttered. She had picked up the pigeon scent at the same moment, but she had also scented something else.
    “Cats—and not ShadowClan cats,” she mewed softly as she followed Foxpaw. “This could mean trouble.”
    She caught up to Foxpaw within sight of the Thunderpath. The young ginger she-cat was standing in the middle of a puddle of feathers, gazing down at them with a look of dismay.
    “Some other cat got here before us,” she told Yellowpaw.
    “I can see that.” The scent of strange cats was stronger than ever. “And not a ShadowClan patrol.”
    “How do you know?” Foxpaw asked.
    Yellowpaw ignored the question. If she can’t smell that … She cast around the pool of feathers, her nose to the ground, until she spotted cat paw prints leading away in the direction of the Thunderpath.
    “Look at this,” she meowed, beckoning Foxpaw with her tail. “See how small and light those paw prints are?” she pointed out when Foxpaw reached her side. “I’ll bet a moon of dawn patrols that they were made by WindClan cats.”
    “WindClan!” Foxpaw exclaimed. “Stealing our prey! They can’t do that. Let’s get them!”
    She was ready to charge off, but Yellowpaw stood in front of her. “Wait!” she snapped. “Are you mouse-brained?”
    “Are you scared?” Foxpaw retorted.
    “Never!” Yellowpaw’s voice was low and furious. “I just have some sense, that’s all. What do you suppose two apprentices are going to do, alone on WindClan territory? What we have to do is go and find our mentors.”
    She raced back across the marsh. Foxpaw pelted alongside her, looking mutinous. When they reached the training area, only Brightflower and Blizzardwing were there.
    “WindClan!” Yellowpaw gasped.
    “Stealing our prey!” Foxpaw added, bouncing on her paws. “Are we going to attack?”
    “Hold on!” Brightflower raised her tail. “Settle down and tell us what happened.”
    Yellowpaw began to explain what they had seen, trying to ignore Foxpaw’s attempts to interrupt. While she was speaking, Deerleap and Wolfpaw returned, closely followed by Nutpaw and Rowanpaw.
    “We can’t let this pass,” Brightflower meowed when Yellowpaw had finished. “We need to take a look. Yellowpaw, lead the way.”
    Yellowpaw was proud to pad at the head of the patrol as she took them through the marshes to where the pigeon feathers lay. Brightflower dipped her head to sniff at the cat paw prints.
    “Fresh,” she murmured. “And definitely WindClan. Two of them, I’d guess. Well scented, Yellowpaw.”
    “You have the best sense of smell,” Deerleap meowed to Brightflower. “Why don’t you follow these tracks and see where they lead? Take Blizzardwing with you in case the WindClan cats are still lurking around. We’ll wait for you here.”
    Brightflower nodded and headed toward the Thunderpath, with Blizzardwing hard on her paws. Yellowpaw waited impatiently until she saw both warriors racing back.
    “The paw prints lead to that new tunnel the Twolegs made under the Thunderpath,” Blizzardwing reported. “And we know where that leads: WindClan territory!”
    “What are we going to do?” Rowanpaw demanded.
    Brightflower and Blizzardwing both looked at Deerleap, as senior warrior. She thought for a moment. “Blizzardwing, you should go back to camp and fetch reinforcements,” she replied at last. “Foxpaw and Wolfpaw, go with him, and stay in the camp.”
    “What?” Wolfpaw exclaimed, dismayed. “We want to fight!”
    “Yeah, we know some awesome moves,” Foxpaw added.
    “Certainly not,” Deerleap meowed. “You’re both too young for battle.” Turning to Yellowpaw and her littermates, she added, “Do you feel ready for your first attack on an enemy?”
    Yellowpaw’s belly flipped over. “Yes!” she choked out.
    Her littermates’ eyes were wide with shock; they glanced at each other, then nodded.
    “Not fair,” Wolfpaw muttered. “We can fight as well as