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pelts. Tasting the air, he realized they were right on the border between the two Clans. As well as the scent markings, he managed to pick up another scent he had never encountered before.
    â€œIs this some sort of Twoleg stuff?” he asked. “I’ve neverseen a Twoleg, but Squirrelflight says they come into the forest sometimes.”
    â€œExactly right,” Molewhisker purred, giving Alderpaw a light flick over his ear with his tail. Alderpaw felt his chest swell with pride. “In greenleaf, Twolegs come and live here in these little dens.”
    â€œWhy do they do that?” Sparkpaw asked, sounding as if she didn’t believe him.
    Molewhisker shrugged. “StarClan knows.”
    â€œAre they here now?” Alderpaw asked.
    â€œThey’re probably still asleep in there,” Cherryfall mewed. “Lazy lot. Anyway, this clearing is in ShadowClan territory, so they’re ShadowClan’s problem. Let’s be on our way.”
    Alderpaw’s legs were beginning to get tired as the mentors turned away from the border and plunged into deeper woodland. They seemed to walk for seasons, crossing leafy glades, skirting bramble thickets, and leaping across small streams. His belly started to feel hollow. It had been a long time since he had eaten the blackbird back in the camp.
    Eventually he began to hear the sound of flowing water up ahead, as if they were coming to a wider stream. Before it came into sight, Cherryfall signaled for them to halt. “What can you smell?” she asked.
    Alderpaw and Sparkpaw stood side by side, their jaws wide as they drew in air over their scent glands. Alderpaw concentrated hard, trying to separate all the different scents that seemed to be attacking him.
    â€œMouse!” Sparkpaw exclaimed as he was still trying to focus. “ Please can we hunt now? I’m starving!”
    â€œYes, mouse,” Cherryfall mewed, ignoring her apprentice’s pleading. “What else?”
    Alderpaw forced his hunger down, focusing all his attention on what he could smell. “There are two scents close together,” he began hesitantly, afraid that he was going to get it wrong. “And they’re really strong. ThunderClan and . . .” The other scent was vaguely unpleasant, and he remembered what they had learned at the ShadowClan border. “Is it the scent of another Clan?”
    Molewhisker and Cherryfall exchanged a glance. “That’s right,” Molewhisker meowed. “Do you know which Clan?”
    How am I supposed to know? Alderpaw asked himself. I’ve never smelled it before! Then he remembered something else.
    â€œYou told us RiverClan is way over on the other side of the lake. So this one must be WindClan.”
    â€œExcellent!” Cherryfall purred. “Let’s go and see the border.”
    She led the way to the bank of another stream, this time running at the bottom of a deep cleft covered in lush vegetation. “Over there is WindClan territory,” she mewed with a wave of her tail.
    Beyond the stream the trees quickly gave way to a steep hill covered in short, tough grass, the slope rearing up like the arched back of a cat.
    â€œWindClan cats live there ?” Sparkpaw asked.
    Molewhisker nodded. “Yes, on the moor.”
    â€œIt looks bleak,” Alderpaw murmured with a shiver. “They must have their camp somewhere in these woods, right?”
    â€œWrong,” his mentor responded. “They camp in a hollow on the moor, surrounded by gorse bushes. It wouldn’t do for ThunderClan, but they seem to like it.”
    â€œI’d hate to be out there without any trees,” Sparkpaw mewed. “I think—”
    She broke off as a rabbit appeared, dashing over the brow of the hill. A moment later a thin, leggy tabby crested the rise, racing along in pursuit, her belly fur brushing the moorland grass and her tail streaming out behind her. Both creatures disappeared into