TBC02 - The Silent Thaw

show me where the scent markers go again. I’ve
forgotten.”
Hawkwing pricked his ears. “Well, then, you’d
better come along.” He glanced at Dewspring.
“Unless you had other plans.”
Dewspring’s tail twitched. “We were going to
practice stalking.” He gazed curiously at Rootpaw.
“But we can do that tomorrow.”
“So we can go?” Rootpaw looked at his mentor
eagerly.
“Sure.”
Rootpaw dropped his gaze, worried that
Dewspring might see his relief and wonder about his
real interest in the ThunderClan border.
His paws ached by the time they reached the strip
of land between ShadowClan and ThunderClan that
led down to the lake. Dewspring had used the trek to
teach him more about the forest. He’d pointed out prey
trails and signs that birds were beginning to build nests
in time for newleaf. Rootpaw had tried hard to listen,
but his thoughts had been on Bramblestar’s ghost. The
farther away he traveled from the sunny glade where
he thought he’d see the apparition, the more certain he