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came bouncing toward them, followed by Cloudtail and Birchfall.
    “Firestar wants us to check out the old fox den,” Birchfall called. “Make sure those fox cubs haven’t returned.”
    Hollypaw shivered. She still remembered the awful day when she and Jaypaw and Lionpaw had set out to chase the fox cubs from the den and had ended up being chased themselves. In his terror, Jaypaw had fallen over the side of the hollow and nearly died.
    “Don’t worry, Hollypaw,” Cinderpaw whispered. “I’ll watch your tail.”
    Hollypaw brushed gratefully against her friend as they padded out of the camp after the three warriors. “And I’ll watch yours.”
    As they neared the narrow glade that sloped down to the den, Hollypaw sniffed the air. Her paws tingled. Fox!
    “Young, female, but it’s stale,” Cinderpaw interpreted, nose twitching.
    “How can you be sure?” Hollypaw asked in surprise. As far as she knew, Cinderpaw had never met a fox, and couldn’t know their scent well enough to distinguish all that.
    Cinderpaw shrugged. “I just know,” she mewed.
    “She’s right about it being stale,” Cloudtail meowed.
    “There’s been no fox here since leaf-fall.”
    Hollypaw glanced at her friend. Cinderpaw sometimes said or did things that suggested she knew more than she let on. But holding back secrets was not like Cinderpaw. The gray apprentice was usually three paw steps ahead of herself and would rather leap in, whiskers first, than stop and think.
    Perhaps she had been here before and just forgotten.
    Cloudtail was obviously wondering the same. “Have you been here with another patrol?”
    Cinderpaw shook her head. “This is definitely the first time,” she mewed.
    Cloudtail and Brackenfur exchanged glances, and Hollypaw guessed that they were as puzzled as she was.
    An owl screeched far above the hollow, and Hollypaw rolled over in her nest, half-woken by the noise. She stretched her forepaws, feeling for the reassuring warmth of Lionpaw, and found emptiness.
    She blinked open her eyes.
    “Lionpaw?” she hissed under her breath.
    No reply.
    She reached farther into his nest, wondering if he had rolled to the far side but no, he was definitely gone.
    “Are you looking for Lionpaw?” Poppypaw yawned from the other side of his nest. “He left the den a while ago.”
    Hollypaw sat up, her heart racing. Lionpaw had gone missing once too often.
    “Is something wrong?” Poppypaw’s eyes gleamed in the darkness.
    “N-no.” Hollypaw didn’t want to arouse the suspicions of the other apprentices.
    “Has Lionpaw gone to make dirt again?” Cinderpaw’s mew sounded behind her. “It must be that stale old thrush he ate.”
    Hollypaw felt a wave of gratitude toward her friend. She was clearly covering for Lionpaw, stopping Poppypaw from answering any more awkward questions. The thrush had been perfectly healthy, caught fresh that day.
    “I’ll go and check if he’s okay,” Hollypaw mewed.
    She crept from the den and hurried as silently as she could around the edge of the slumbering camp, keeping to the shadows. Lionpaw’s scent led to the entrance, following the same furtive route. Let me find him making dirt, Hollypaw prayed.
    Paw steps sounded behind her.
    Hollypaw froze and glanced over her shoulder.
    “It’s just me.” Cinderpaw’s mew sounded from the darkness, and the gray tabby stepped out of the shadows. “I thought you might want company.”
    “Thanks.” If Lionpaw was really making dirt, there was no harm in Cinderpaw’s knowing, but if he wasn’t and, as Hollypaw feared, he was out in the forest, she would be pleased to have a friend with her.
    One after the other, they squeezed through the small tunnel to the dirtplace.
    “He’s not here,” Cinderpaw whispered.
    Hollypaw sighed, her heart heavy. “No.”
    “What do you think he’s up to?”
    Hollypaw didn’t dare reply. She could guess why he might have left the camp under cover of night, but she didn’t want to believe