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the trees, but she dared not stop, fearing the snapping jaws behind her, till she hurtled into Brambleclaw’s patrol on its way back from the lakeshore.
    “What’s happening?” Brambleclaw demanded. He had grasped her by the scruff as she tried to race past. “What are you doing out here?”
    Hollykit had tried to explain, but she’d been panting too hard, her heart thudding like a woodpecker on a hollow tree.
    Spiderleg caught up with her. “The kits found the fox cubs,” the black warrior told Brambleclaw. “It seems they decided to organize a patrol of their own.”
    Hollykit did not dare catch her father’s eye.
    “Where are Lionkit and Jaykit?” Brambleclaw growled.
    “Lionkit’s with Poppypaw,” Spiderleg reported. “He’s okay.
    We haven’t found Jaykit yet, but the fox cubs have scattered.
    It’s going to take a while to hunt them out.”
    Brambleclaw had glanced up at the sky and muttered under his breath, then escorted Hollykit and Lionkit unceremoniously back to the ThunderClan camp.
    But that had not been the worst part.
    When they’d reached the camp, Whitewing and Leafpool were crouching at the edge of the clearing, their fur spiked in horror. Ferncloud trembled beside them, moaning a low, mournful yowl.
    Between them, Jaykit lay on the ground like a scrap of gray fur. Brambleclaw darted forward and crouched beside his son. He nudged Jaykit gently, as though he was trying to wake him from sleep, but his eyes were frantic with fear.
    “He’s still breathing, and his heartbeat is steady,” Leafpool told him.
    Brambleclaw stared desperately at Leafpool, then sat up.
    “Fetch Firestar and Squirrelflight,” he ordered Whitewing.
    After that he had told Lionkit and Hollykit to wait in the clearing and carried Jaykit to the medicine den. Firestar had returned with Squirrelflight, and the three warriors had disappeared, faces grim, into Firestar’s den, not even glancing at Hollykit and Lionkit.
    Hollykit leaned against Lionkit as Firestar, Squirrelflight, and Brambleclaw lined up in front of them once more. She was glad she didn’t have to face them alone.
    “Jaykit’s going to be okay,” Firestar told them.
    “I know,” Hollykit answered. “We saw him—”
    Firestar silenced her with a glare and went on. “But Thornclaw’s patrol has not returned. Which means they are still hunting the fox cubs.”
    “What possessed you to leave the hollow?” Brambleclaw demanded.
    Firestar narrowed his eyes. “I know they are your kits, Brambleclaw,” he meowed, “but I’ll deal with this.”
    Squirrelflight’s tail flicked. Hollykit guessed there were a few sharp words she wanted to share with her kits, but she held her tongue as Firestar spoke.
    “We only wanted to help the Clan!” Hollykit protested.
    “Then do as you are told!” Firestar growled. “What if Jaykit had died? Would that have helped the Clan?” His fierce gaze flicked from Lionkit to Hollykit, and they shook their heads.
    Firestar pressed on. “You almost led the foxes right into the camp—as it is, you have given them a scent trail they’re not likely to forget!”
    “We’re sorry,” Hollykit whispered.
    “We thought if we could find the foxes—” Lionkit began.
    “If you’d thought at all you would have let our warriors deal with the foxes and the Clan would be safe now!” Firestar lashed his tail. “Instead we have one badly injured kit and three hungry foxes who know where our camp is!”
    Hollykit glanced guiltily at the nursery.
    Squirrelflight pawed the ground in small, frustrated steps.
    Firestar nodded for her to speak.
    “I’m so disappointed in you both!” she burst out.
    “What about Jaykit?” Lionkit objected. “We didn’t force him to go with us!”
    “We will speak to Jaykit when he’s recovered,” Brambleclaw answered. “Right now, it’s you two that concern us. You seem to have no more sense than hatchling chicks!”
    “Are you going to stop us from becoming