Into the Wild (Warriors, #1)

by Erin Hunter

The forest had disappeared. He was inside a hot and airless kitchen, curled in his bed. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting shadows on the smooth, hard floor. The noise had been the rattle of hard, dried pellets of food as they were tipped into his dish. Rusty had been dreaming.

Rusty’s head reeled. Bluestar seemed to be offering him the life he had lived so many times, and so tantalizingly, in his dreams, but could he live like that for real?

“Now Darkstripe,” Graypaw hissed to Firepaw under his breath, “is neither young, nor pretty.

This was his home now. He was a member of ThunderClan.

He had made his first kill. He was a true ThunderClan apprentice now.

“Have we done the right thing?” asked Graypaw. “I don’t know,” Firepaw admitted. “If we have, we are heroes and the kits are safe. If we are wrong, then we are as good as dead.”