DAWN. Эрин Хантер
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Название: DAWN

Автор: Эрин Хантер

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Природа и животные

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isbn: 9780007551026

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СКАЧАТЬ WARRIORS BLACKCLAW—smoky black tom APPRENTICE, VOLEPAW HEAVYSTEP—thickset tabby tom APPRENTICE, STONEPAW STORMFUR—dark grey tom with amber eyes HAWKFROST—dark brown tom with a white underbelly and ice blue eyes SWALLOWTAIL—dark brown tabby she-cat with green eyes APPRENTICE, SPLASHPAW QUEENS MOSSPELT—tortoiseshell she-cat DAWNFLOWER—pale grey she-cat ELDERS SHADEPELT—very dark grey she-cat LOUDBELLY—dark brown tom THE TRIBE OF RUSHING WATER TRIBE-HEALER TELLER OF THE POINTED STONES (STONETELLER)—brown tabby tom with amber eyes PREY-HUNTERS (toms and she-cats responsible for providing food) GREY SKY BEFORE DAWN (GREY)—pale grey tabby tom BROOK WHERE SMALL FISH SWIM (BROOK)—brown tabby she-cat CAVE-GUARDS (toms and she-cats responsible for guarding the cave) TALON OF SWOOPING EAGLE (TALON)—dark brown tabby tom (formerly leader of the outcasts) JAGGED ROCK WHERE HERON SITS (JAG)—dark grey tom (former outcast) ROCK BENEATH STILL WATER (ROCK)—brown tom (former outcast) BIRD THAT SINGS AT DUSK (BIRD) grey tabby she-cat (former outcast) CRAG WHERE EAGLES NEST (CRAG) dark grey tom SHEER PATH BESIDE WATERFALL (SHEER)—dark brown tabby tom NIGHT OF NO STARS (NIGHT)—black she-cat KIT-MOTHERS (she-cats expecting or nursing kits) WING SHADOW OVER WATER (WING)— grey and white she-cat FLIGHT OF STARTLED HERON (FLIGHT)—brown tabby she-cat CATS OUTSIDE CLANS BARLEY—black and white tom that lives on a farm close to the forest RAVENPAW—sleek black cat that lives on the farm with Barley CODY—a tabby kittypet with blue eyes SASHA—a tawny-coloured rogue she-cat OTHER ANIMALS MIDNIGHT—a star-gazing badger who lives by the sea

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      Stars glittered coldly on a forest stripped bare by a bitter leaf-fall. Shadows moved through the undergrowth—thin shapes, fur flattened by the chilly evening dew, slipping between the stems like water through reeds. The cats’ pelts did not ripple with muscle as they once had; instead, their fur clung to the bones beneath their thin frames.

      The flame-coloured tom leading the silent procession lifted his head and tasted the air. Even though nightfall had silenced the Twoleg monsters, their stench clung to every dying leaf and branch.

      The cat took comfort from the scent of his mate beside him; her familiar scent mingled with the hateful Twoleg odur and softened its cruel tang. She matched his pace stubbornly, even though her faltering stride betrayed her long-empty belly and wakeful nights.

      “Firestar,” she panted as they padded onward. “Do you think our daughters will find us when they come home?”

      The flame-coloured cat flinched as though he had trodden on a thorn. “We can only pray that they will, Sandstorm,” he said softly.

      “But how will they know where to look?” Sandstorm glanced back at a broad-shouldered grey tom. “Greystripe, do you think they’ll know where we’ve gone?”

      “Oh, they’ll find us,” Greystripe promised.

      “How can you be so sure?” growled Firestar. “We should have sent another patrol to search for Leafpaw.”

      “And risk losing more cats?” Greystripe meowed.

      Firestar’s eyes clouded with pain and he hurried ahead along the shadowy path.

      Sandstorm twitched her tail. “This was the hardest decision he’s ever had to make,” she whispered to Greystripe.

      “He had to put the Clan first,” Greystripe hissed back.

      Sandstorm closed her eyes for a moment. “We have lost so many cats this past moon,” she mewed.

      The wind must have carried her voice, because Firestar turned his head, his gaze hardening. “Then perhaps, at this Gathering, the other Clans will finally agree that we must join together to face this threat,” he growled.

      “Join together?” A defiant mew sounded from a tabby tom. “Have you forgotten how the Clans reacted last time you said that? WindClan was half-starved, but you might as well have suggested they eat their kits. They are too proud to admit they need help from any cat.”

      “Things are even worse now, Dustpelt,” Sandstorm argued. “How can any Clan stay strong when its kits are dying?” Her voice trailed away as she realised what she had said. “Dustpelt, I’m sorry,” she murmured.

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