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enough. You finish it.”
    She turned and tottered away, vanishing into the elders’ den. Yellowkit stared anxiously after her. She didn’t want to finish the frog; the mouse she had eaten was weighing heavy in her belly, and she wondered if there might have been something wrong with it. Her fur was still prickling, too.
    There was a rustle of frozen brambles and Sagewhisker emerged into the camp. She carried a few frostbitten twigs in her jaws, and as Yellowkit bounded over to her she recognized shriveled juniper berries clinging to them. “Sagewhisker!” she called, catching up with the medicine cat just outside her den.
    Sagewhisker carefully laid the twigs down. “What is it, Yellowkit?”
    “It’s Silverflame,” Yellowkit explained, struggling to stop her voice from shaking. “I think she’s sick. She doesn’t want to eat anything.”
    Sagewhisker blinked at her. “Silverflame is old,” she mewed. “And leaf-bare is hard for the newest and the oldest members of the Clan.”
    “But she …” Yellowkit’s voice died away. There aren’t any herbs to stop a cat from getting old, she thought miserably.
    “I’ll look in on her,” Sagewhisker promised.
    Yellowkit nodded, knowing she had to accept what the medicine cat said. I wish I could do something to help . Then she remembered how thirsty Silverflame always seemed. She must get so cold, coming out to drink at the pool. If I found some moss, I could bring her a drink into her den .
    Feeling better now that she had a plan, Yellowkit plunged through the snow to where a fallen tree lay among the thornbushes that surrounded the camp. As she pushed her way beneath the spiky branches she dislodged clumps of snow that showered down over her head and shoulders. Yellowkit let out a snarl as she shook the icy flakes from her pelt.
    The moss-covered tree was just ahead of her. But as she reached out to strip off a pawful of moss, Yellowkit heard voices on the other side of the brambles. Curious, she scrambled over the tree trunk and wriggled farther through the thorns, her paws tingling with excitement as she realized she was almost outside the camp. Peering cautiously through the branches, Yellowkit saw a flat stretch of ground enclosed by the dark trunks of pine trees. The surface of the snow was churned up, and Brackenfoot was standing with Raggedpaw in the middle of the rough patch.
    “You’ve learned that move really well,” Brackenfoot was meowing. “Now you need to work on getting more power into your swipe. Let’s try it again.”
    Yellowkit watched, fascinated, as Brackenfoot crouched down in the snow and Raggedpaw charged at him, darting in to rake his paw over his mentor’s ear, and leaping back before Brackenfoot could retaliate.
    “Better,” Brackenfoot praised him. “Try again. Harder!”
    This time Brackenfoot rose to his paws and waited with muscles tensed for Raggedpaw’s attack. As Raggedpaw struck out, Brackenfoot ducked so that the blow only ruffled his fur. Raggedpaw leaped at him again and suddenly the two cats were locked together, swiping at each other with all four paws as they struggled to pin the other to the ground.
    Yellowkit drew in a breath of mingled excitement and horror, terrified that her Clanmates would injure each other, until she noticed that they were fighting with sheathed claws.
    I can’t believe how good Raggedpaw is, she thought with a twinge of envy. He’s still only an apprentice!
    A moment later, Raggedpaw let out a yowl of triumph. He was standing on top of Brackenfoot, his forepaws pinning down his mentor’s shoulders, while one hind paw was fixed firmly on his tail. Brackenfoot was panting, his eyes half-closed and his muscles limp. Yellowkit’s eyes widened in dismay and she flexed her claws, ready to dash out and defend her father.
    “I won!” Raggedpaw meowed. His eyes blazed as he looked down at his mentor. “I’m the best fighter in the Clan!”
    Before the last words were out of his jaws,