Warriors: Power of Three 01 - The Sight Read Online Free PDF Page A

that despite the scents of the patrol and the dead fox, he could smell a far subtler and sweeter smell—milk. It was right here beneath the sycamore. “The fox came past this tree,” he told the others. “I can smell her milk-scent.”
    â€œWe’ve found her trail!” Hollykit mewed.
    Lionkit scrabbled out from under the root. “Let’s follow it!It’ll lead us to her cubs!”
    Jaykit turned away from where Thornclaw, Spiderleg, Poppypaw, and Mousepaw were plunging through the frost-blackened undergrowth. Heading out from the sycamore roots, he padded along the scent of the milk-trail.
    â€œWatch out!” Lionkit warned. “There are brambles ahead.”
    His senses trained only on the milk-scent, Jaykit had not noticed the spiky bush.
    â€œI’ll find a way through!” Hollykit offered. She pushed into the lead and wriggled into the branches.
    â€œBut the trail leads around it,” Jaykit objected.
    â€œWe can’t afford to stay in the open,” Lionkit told him. “We can pick up the scent on the other side, once there are brambles between us and Thornclaw’s patrol.”
    Reluctantly Jaykit followed Lionkit as their sister found a narrow tunnel through the tangle of branches. He was relieved when he picked up the fox’s scent quickly on the other side.
    The trees were more widely spaced here. Jaykit could feel the wind in his fur, and sunlight reached down to the forest floor, mottling his pelt with warmth. The fox’s milky scent grew stronger and as they neared a clump of bracken that shielded a small lump in the ground, Jaykit scented a new smell. The cubs?
    â€œWait here!” Hollykit ordered.
    â€œWhy?” Lionkit objected.
    â€œJust wait while I take a look behind this bracken!”
    â€œI’m coming too,” Lionkit insisted.
    â€œWe don’t want the cubs to know we’re here,” Hollykit mewed. “If all three of us go blundering in, they’ll know something’s up and we’ll lose the element of surprise.”
    â€œMy golden pelt will blend in better against the bracken than your black fur,” Lionkit pointed out.
    â€œWhat about me?” Jaykit mewed.
    â€œWe won’t attack the den without you,” Hollykit promised. “But first, you and I will wait here while Lionkit finds the way in.”
    Jaykit felt a twinge of frustration, but he knew Hollykit’s plan was sensible. “Come back as soon as you find it,” he called in a whisper as Lionkit disappeared into the bracken. For the first time he wondered if taking on the fox cubs was a wise idea. But how else was he going to persuade the Clan that there was no need to treat him like a helpless kit?
    He strained his ears for the sound of Lionkit returning. It seemed an age before his brother finally pushed his way out of the bracken.
    â€œThe main entrance to the den is right behind this clump,” Lionkit whispered, shaking leaves from his pelt. “But there’s a smaller entrance on the other side of the lump of earth—probably an escape route—that leads into the back.”
    â€œAre the cubs inside?” Jaykit asked.
    â€œI didn’t go in, but I could hear them crying for food.”
    â€œThey must still be young, then,” Hollykit guessed. “Otherwise they’d have come out by now.”
    â€œIt’ll be easier to flush them out if we go down the escape passage,” Lionkit proposed. “If we rush them, the surprisewill be enough to get them out of the den, and then we can chase them toward the border.”
    â€œWhich way is the border?” Hollykit asked.
    Lionkit snorted impatiently. “There’ll be a border whichever way we drive them!” he snapped. “ThunderClan territory doesn’t go on forever. Let’s get on with it, before Thornclaw finds them and takes all the glory.”
    He surged away into the bracken before either Jaykit or