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Book One: Broken PrideBook Two: Code of HonorA L SO BY E R I N H U N T E RT H EN E WP RO P H E C YT H E PRO PH ECI E S BEG I NOM E N O F T H E STA R SBook One: Into the WildBook Two: Fire and IceBook Three: Forest of SecretsBook Four: Rising StormBook Five: A Dangerous PathBook Six: The Darkest HourBook One: The Fourth ApprenticeBook Two: Fading EchoesBook Three: Night WhispersBook Four: Sign of the MoonBook Five: The Forgotten WarriorBook Six: The Last HopeT H E N E W PRO PH ECYDAW N O F T H E CL A N SBook One: MidnightBook Two: MoonriseBook Three: DawnBook Four: StarlightBook Five: TwilightBook Six: SunsetBook One: The Sun TrailBook Two: Thunder RisingBook Three: The First BattleBook Four: The Blazing StarBook Five: A Forest DividedBook Six: Path of StarsPOW E R O F T H R E EA V I SIO N O F SH A D OWSBook One: The SightBook Two: Dark RiverBook Three: OutcastBook Four: EclipseBook Five: Long ShadowsBook Six: SunriseBook One: The Apprentice’s QuestBook Two: Thunder and ShadowBook Three: Shattered SkyBook Four: Darkest NightBravelands2 txt des3 cc15.indd 211/29/17 11:52 AM
T H EN E WP RO P H E C YFirestar’s QuestBluestar’s ProphecySkyClan’s DestinyCrookedstar’s PromiseYellowfang’s SecretTallstar’s RevengeBramblestar’s StormMoth Flight’s VisionHawkwing’s JourneyTigerheart’s ShadowE X PLO RE TH ET H EN E WP RO P H E C YWO R LDF I E L D G U I DE SSecrets of the ClansCats of the ClansCode of the ClansBattles of the ClansEnter the ClansThe Ultimate GuideNOV E L L A SHollyleaf ’s StoryMistystar’s OmenCloudstar’s JourneyTigerclaw’s FuryLeafpool’s WishDovewing’s SilenceMapleshade’s VengeanceGoosefeather’s CurseRavenpaw’s FarewellSpottedleaf ’s HeartPinestar’s ChoiceThunderstar’s EchoBravelands2 txt des3 cc15.indd 3NOV E L L ACO L L EC T IO N SThe Untold StoriesTales from the ClansShadows of the ClansLegends of the ClansM A NG AThe Lost WarriorWarrior’s RefugeWarrior’s ReturnThe Rise of ScourgeTigerstar and Sasha #1: Into the WoodsTigerstar and Sasha #2: Escape from the ForestTigerstar and Sasha #3: Return to the ClansRavenpaw’s Path #1: Shattered PeaceRavenpaw’s Path #2: A Clan in NeedRavenpaw’s Path #3: The Heart of a WarriorSkyClan and the Stranger #1: The RescueSkyClan and the Stranger #2: Beyond the CodeSkyClan and the Stranger #3: After the Flood11/29/17 11:52 AM
Book One: The Quest BeginsBook Two: Great Bear LakeBook Three: Smoke MountainBook Four: The Last WildernessBook Five: Fire in the SkyBook Six: Spirits in the StarsR E T U R N TO T H E W I L DM A NG ABook One: Island of ShadowsBook Two: The Melting SeaBook Three: River of Lost BearsBook Four: Forest of WolvesBook Five: The Burning HorizonBook Six: The Longest DayToklo’s StoryKallik’s AdventureBook One: The Empty CityBook Two: A Hidden EnemyBook Three: Darkness FallsBook Four: The Broken PathBook Five: The Endless LakeBook Six: Storm of DogsT H E G AT H E R I NG DA R K N E S SBook One: A Pack DividedBook Two: Dead of NightBook Three: Into the ShadowsBook Four: Red Moon RisingSurvivors: Tales from the PacksNOV E L L A SAlpha’s TaleSweet’s JourneyMoon’s ChoiceBravelands2 txt des3 cc15.indd 411/29/17 11:52 AM
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PROLOGUEA thin golden glow edged the horizon to the east, bringing the firstdaylight to the savannah and revealing the flat-topped acaciasthat dotted the grassland. Another beautiful day, thought Babblethe oxpecker: another delicious breakfast. He stretched, preenedunder a wing, then pecked a fat tick from the hide of the rhinohe rode.This rhinoceros was a talker. He had been arguing with theother members of his crash since before dawn broke. Babblecouldn’t understand a word of their strange, ground-plodderlanguage, but the conversation sounded urgent, agitated, andmore than a little aggressive.Babble raised his head and blinked. “Chatter?”“Wait,” came a muffled voice. All that was visible ofChatter was his tail; the rest of him was deep in the rhino’sflickering ear. His tail wagged, and he popped out, gulping1Bravelands2 txt des3 cc15.indd 111/29/17 11:52 AM
2B R AV E L A N D S # 2 : C O D E O F H O N O Rdown whatever parasite he’d been digging for. “What is it?”“I just wondered where you were,” Babble replied. “Is thereanything else tasty in that ear? What do you think these rhinos are talking about?”“No idea. I don’t speak Grasstongue any more than youdo.” Chatter fluttered down the rhino’s broad neck. “I thinkI got the last tick, but you’re bound to find something in hisother ear.”Babble hopped past him, up to the rhino’s head. “I wishthey’d stop all the horn-tossing and head-shaking,” he complained. “It’s not very calming. Or easy.”“It’s a nuisance, but you know what old Prattle says,” Chatter told him, poking under a flap of leathery skin. “Don’t worryabout today, because tomorrow there’ll still be insects.”“Well, I wish Prattle would have a word with these rhinos,”sighed Babble. “They seem very wound up about something.They could learn a thing or two from us oxpeckers.”“They certainly—oh!” Chatter peered up as the call of agray crowned crane echoed above them.The bird soared on vast white-and-black wings, shrieking inpenetrating Skytongue: “Great Flock! Great Flock!” He angledhis head, staring down at the two friends. “Great Flock!”As the oxpeckers gazed up in awe, the crane circled andflapped away in the direction of the sunrise. Distantly, theyheard him calling the same words over and over, to other birdson the ground and in the trees.“Great Flock!” chirped Babble in delight.Chatter blinked his round yellow eyes. “I’ve never beenBravelands2 txt des3 cc15.indd 211/29/17 11:52 AM
B R AV E L A N D S # 2 : C O D E O F H O N O R3summoned to a Great Flock before. This is exciting!”“Me neither,” said Babble. “I’ve been hearing stories aboutGreat Flocks since I came out of the egg, but I’ve never beento one.”“Let’s go, then!” Chatter darted his red beak at a last insectand took off.Babble fluttered after him. The sun was rising above thehorizon now, a half circle of dazzling gold, and the sky was acool, clear blue that was filling with birds. Crows took off cawing from their rot-flesh feasts, egrets rose in a white-wingedmass, and a flock of blue starlings erupted from a thorn tree.A pair of bright green-and-yellow bee-eaters zipped past Babble, almost touching his wing.“Hey, watch where you’re going!” he chirruped, but he wastoo excited to be cross. The sky was growing dark with birds;many more were silhouetted against the glow of the rising sun.“I wonder why a Great Flock’s been called?” exclaimedChatter.A shadow raced over them from high above. A great whitebacked vulture circled there; the gathered birds rose to swoopand flap around her, their cries hushed to an expectant twittering. A whole flock of vultures flew in the huge bird’s wake,soaring on vast black wings.“Isn’t that Windrider?” whispered Babble. “The old vulture who speaks with Great Mother?”“I think so.” Chatter fluttered, watching her in awe.The strange quietness was pierced by Windrider’s harsh,eerie cry.Bravelands2 txt des3 cc15.indd 311/29/17 11:52 AM
4B R AV E L A N D S # 2 : C O D E O F H O N O R“I bring terrible news, birds of Bravelands. Great Motheris dead.”Screeches and chirrups of horror rose throughout the sky.Crows gave rasping caws of shock, and the mournful hootingof cranes mingled with a burst of disbelieving chittering fromthe starlings.“No!” Chatter cried at Babble’s side. “This is terrible news!”Babble was stunned. “No wonder the rhinos were upset.They must have known already!”“Follow me.” Windrider’s command silenced the hubbubonce more.No bird argued; the flocks swooped and fluttered into arough formation behind the vulture, and together the vasthorde soared over the savannah, the sun gleaming and glinting on thousands of wings. The riot of colors dazzled Babble.I wish the Great Flock could have been called for a happier reason, hethought.Already he could see where Windrider was leading them;ahead and below, a large watering hole sparkled and glinted inthe dawn. It was not the peaceful, happy place it should havebeen. Herds of grass-eaters milled and jostled on its banks,braying and bellowing in distress. As the birds flew lower,Babble saw a great stain on the water; something huge lay halfsubmerged in the lake.Great Mother.Babble had never seen the wise old elephant before; nowhe wished he could never have seen her at all, if it had to belike this. She lay lifeless, torn by wounds that were dark withBravelands2 txt des3 cc15.indd 411/29/17 11:52 AM
B R AV E L A N D S # 2 : C O D E O F H O N O R5blood. Other elephants surrounded her, pushing desperatelyat her body; their enormous feet churned the bloodstainedwater as they struggled to get her to shore.One of the elephants stood aside, though, staring at GreatMother. She looked young, thought Babble—smaller than theothers, her legs trembling with shock. As he swooped lower hecould see her huge dark eyes: filled with grief, but oddly wisefor such a youngster.The young elephant stood as if rooted to the mud, whilearound her grass-eaters trumpeted and bellowed, rearing upand stampeding. Zebras and wildebeests trotted to the shore,gaping at Great Mother’s corpse, then surged away in a thundering, panicked mass. The squeals of smaller animals rose,then were cut off abruptly as they were trampled underfoot.Yet the young elephant stood unmoving. She seemedtransfixed by the horror of the body.Every bird was landing now, finding perches on trees androcks and grassy slopes. The banks of the lake became a flurryof wings as they settled, but there was no clamor of calls; onlyan eerie, mournful silence. Windrider and her vultures gathered on the body of Great Mother itself, wings raised as if toprotect her.“This,” Windrider cried harshly into the stillness, “this isonly the beginning of the turmoil that will come to Bravelands!”She opened her beak to speak more, but a deafening crackof thunder split the sky. It crashed across the watering hole,rolling and resounding. Every creature froze in shock; BabbleBravelands2 txt des3 cc15.indd 511/29/17 11:52 AM
6B R AV E L A N D S # 2 : C O D E O F H O N O Rhunched his head into his wings, terrified.The sky was no longer clear and dawn-blue; it had beenblotted out by a dark bank of cloud. Rain exploded, hammering down on the gathered creatures of Bravelands. Babble’sfeathers were instantly drenched and sodden.He stared at Chatter as rain streamed from their beaks andtails and wings. His friend looked as scared as he was.“The Great Spirit is angry,” moaned Chatter, “becauseGreat Mother is dead!”Babble tried to shake rain from his wings, then gave up andsquatted miserably, enduring the onslaught of the torrent.“Perhaps Prattle was wrong,” he whispered. “Perhapstomorrow won’t come after all. . . .”Bravelands2 txt des3 cc15.indd 611/29/17 11:52 AM
CHAPTER 1This rain was the hardest he’d ever known. Thorn staggered awayfrom the watering hole, his paws clumsy in the thick mud, hisfur sodden and dripping. He could barely see for the waterthat streamed down his forehead into his eyes; frantically hewiped it away, over and over again. Even his nostrils were fullof it.What happened? What happened?Great Mother died. That was what had happened. But it didn’tmatter how often he told himself; it still seemed unreal. How?Why?It didn’t matter; the Great Parent of Bravelands was dead,and she couldn’t help Thorn now.He’d gone to the watering hole to ask for her advice, herassistance, her wisdom—and because there was no other creature who could help him. Great Mother would have known7Bravelands2 txt des3 cc15.indd 711/29/17 11:52 AM
8B R AV E L A N D S # 2 : C O D E O F H O N O Rhow to deal with Stinger Crownleaf, he was sure. The enormity of Stinger’s crimes was more than any ordinary creaturecould comprehend. The devious baboon had murdered BarkCrownleaf, smashing her skull with a rock. He had poisonedBark’s successor, Grub, with scorpion venom—clearing theway for Stinger himself to lead Brightforest Troop.But when Thorn had confronted him, filled with righteousrage, Stinger had only laughed. His smirk still haunted Thorn,along with his certainty that he wouldn’t be brought to justice.Do you see how far I will go to protect Brightforest Troop?Do you see how far I will go . . . ?Thorn had known exactly what Stinger meant: he’d haveno hesitation in killing Thorn, should he try to expose himto the troop. Thorn had had one chance to stop Stinger—onesingle place to look for help.Now Great Mother was dead. And Thorn was utterlyalone.Dusk was a miserable, gray fading of the daylight; there wasno sunset, no golden rays to stream through the branches ofTall Trees. Thorn crouched on the sodden earth of the Council Glade, mud soaking into his fur as if it were forming asecond skin. All of Brightforest Troop was gathered beforethe Crown Stone; facing them were the Council members andtheir retinues, who flanked the broad, pale stone itself. Everybaboon, from infant to aged councilor, looked drenched anddejected—except for Stinger Crownleaf. He couldn’t stop theBravelands2 txt des3 cc15.indd 811/29/17 11:52 AM
B R AV E L A N D S # 2 : C O D E O F H O N O R9rain, and he no doubt wasn’t pleased about his wet fur, but atleast he had the Crown Stone to perch on.“What do you think will happen, Thorn?” whispered MudLowleaf.Thorn squeezed his shoulder. His best friend had alwaysbeen small, but with his fur soaked through to his hide, helooked scrawnier than ever. “I don’t know, Mud,” he murmured. “Nothing like this has ever happened before.”“I welcome you all.” Stinger’s commanding voice dreweveryone’s attention. As the anxious chatter died away, hegazed around his troop with stern solemnity. “As you know, Iwould usually meet here only with my councilors, but the eventsBravelands has witnessed today are unprecedented. Never—inall the history of these lands—has a Great Parent been murdered.” Stinger raised his eyes to the sky and closed them, asif seeking aid from the Great Spirit itself. “Together we mustdiscuss what it means for us—for all of Brightforest Troop.”Every baboon craned forward, eager for Stinger’s adviceand wisdom. There was anxiety in their eyes, but also respect,and trust. Thorn’s spine felt cold. Just a day ago, I’d have looked athim like that.“Mango!” called Stinger, gesturing with a long-fingeredpaw. “You have been scouting for news. Tell us what you havediscovered.”Mango Highleaf splashed forward through the mud andcleared her throat. “My Crownleaf, no one knows for surewhat happened. But many animals say that the crocodilesBravelands2 txt des3 cc15.indd 911/29/17 11:52 AM
10B R AV E L A N D S # 2 : C O D E O F H O N O Rkilled Great Mother. The brutes’ tooth marks are on herbody.”“That’s appalling!” cried Moss Middleleaf.“Those savages!” exclaimed Petal Goodleaf, her voicebreaking with emotion.Stinger spread his paws. “What do we expect of creatureswho do not even follow the Great Parent?”“They don’t even follow the Code!” shouted Splinter Middleleaf angrily. “Only kill to survive; why, we learn it as infants onour mothers’ bellies!”Beetle Highleaf shuffled forward from the ranks of councilors. He was old and gnarled, and he had a whiff of fermentedfruit about him, but all the baboons fell respectfully quiet ashe spoke. “I have heard,” he said in his querulous voice, “thatmany died in the stampede at the watering hole. Such panicwas perhaps to be expected—but it will almost certainlyspread, rather than lessen.”Stinger nodded thoughtfully. “The creatures of Bravelandshave no guidance,” he murmured.“And no one knows who the new Great Parent is,” pointedout Mango. “Great Mother did not have time to pass the GreatSpirit to her successor, and that’s never happened before.What shall we do?”Moss piped up in a small, scared voice. “Maybe the GreatSpirit died with her.”There was uproar. Baboons hooted in horror, otherspounded the muddy ground, and babies began to wail.“Quiet, quiet!” Stinger slapped the Crown Stone and roseBravelands2 txt des3 cc15.indd 1011/29/17 11:52 AM
B R AV E L A N D S # 2 : C O D E O F H O N O R11to his paws. “My troop! Other animals may panic like disturbed ants, but we are baboons! We will stay calm, and keepour dignity!”The hubbub faded. Mothers hushed their babies, and Moss,looking shamefaced, muttered, “Sorry, Stinger.”Stinger turned to the baboon closest to him: Mud’s mother.“What does our Starleaf say? What do the Moonstones tellher?”Starleaf ’s white-streaked face was gentle and serene. EvenThorn felt calmer as she methodically laid the Moonstonesbefore her. Each was a pebble of a different color: somewere bright blue or green or orange; some were translucent,and sparkled even in the dim light; others were smooth andopaque. One was a broken shard of stone, its hollow insidesrevealing glittering crystals. One by one Starleaf held thestones up to examine them, her face creased in concentration.At last she looked up, unsmiling—but then she never didsmile when she was reading the Moonstones. Thorn shot ananxious glance at Mud, who nodded confidently.“Stinger is right to call for calm,” declared Starleaf. “TheGreat Spirit will find the new Great Parent—of that, thestones are certain.”“Well, that’s good news,” grunted Mango.“But what if it’s an animal that’s unfavorable to us?” askedBud Middleleaf nervously. “What if it’s, say, a cheetah?”“Or a hyena,” squeaked Moss.Starleaf gave her a kind but stern look. “The Great Spiritalways chooses wisely.”Bravelands2 txt des3 cc15.indd 1111/29/17 11:52 AM
12B R AV E L A N D S # 2 : C O D E O F H O N O R“That’s all very well,” said Beetle, “but I must say, everyanimal has its prejudices, and . . .”As the discussion turned to the merits of various potentialGreat Parents, Thorn stopped listening. Berry Highleaf wassitting close to her father, Stinger, and she had said nothing sofar. She listened to the speakers with an expression of vagueconcern, but mostly she seemed sad and hurt. And I know why,thought Thorn, with a wrench of guilty misery.He felt dreadful for wounding her feelings so badly theprevious night. If only she knew why he had really done it.When Thorn had told her they should stop seeing each other,it wasn’t because he wanted it that way. I did it to protect you,Berry.But to do that, to keep her safe, Thorn had had to pretend the reason was their different ranks. He’d told her theycouldn’t disobey the troop’s rules anymore; they must respectthe laws and traditions that said Highleaves could never pairwith Middleleaves.Berry must have despised him for saying it, but he’d had nochoice. Thorn was all too aware of what Stinger could do. If hefound out that his daughter was involved with the one baboonwho knew his secrets, or if Thorn accidentally let slip partof the truth, then Berry would be in terrible danger. Stingermight love his daughter, but he loved himself even more.“
BRAVELANDS #2: CODE OF HONOR 5 blood. Other elephants surrounded her, pushing desperately at her body; their enormous feet churned the bloodstained water as they struggled to get her to shore. One of the elephants stood aside, though, staring at Great Mother. She looked young, thought Babble—smaller than the others, her legs trembling with shock.
THE CADET HONOR CODE (*)A cadet will not lie, cheat, steal, or tolerate those who do. (!) What is an honor code? A cadet honor code is a minimum standard of ethics expected of cadets. It is a system of peer-enforced honorable conduct. That means that cadets enforce the honor code. The Corps of Cadets embraces the Honor Code, teaches it to
students are notified of the honor code upon application to Virginia Tech. By accepting admission, students agree to comply with the Graduate Honor Code, which requires honesty and ethical behavior in all academic pursuits. The Graduate Honor System (GHS) upholds and enforces the Graduate Honor Code.
intent to violate the code and gain an unfair advantage. 9. REGULATIONS AND HONOR. a. Do not confuse the two separate and distinct standards comprised in the Honor Code and the MMI Corps of Cadets Rules and Regulations. The Honor Code represents the minimum ethical standar
Section 5. Amendment of this Honor Code. Any student may initiate a revision of the Honor Code by presenting the Chief Justice with a petition including the text of the amendment and signed by five percent of the entire law school student body, including graduate students. Any member of the Honor Board may initiate a
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The National English Honor Society was founded March 25, 2004, by Sigma Tau Delta, the International English Honor Society. The NEHS goals are to recognize on the national level those who, on the basis of . stated in Article XI of the Constitution of the National English Honor Society . QUILL AND SCROLL INTERNATIONAL HONOR SOCIETY .
