'What do you mean you have kits from someone other than me?' Sandstorm asks, her green eyes blazing furiously. 'It was a mistake. It was before we were even mated. Just after Bluestar died. I don't know what came over me.' Firestar was pacing. 'How did you find out?' Sandstorm snaps. 'I could smell them.' He sighs. 'You could smell them? So you don't know for sure?' she asks, but she was still furious. 'I need to go speak with them. I'm taking Graystripe and Cinderpelt.' He says. 'Why Cinderpelt?' she asks curiously. 'Because they're sick.' He sighs and walks past her. 'Firestar! They aren't part of the clan! You can't do this!' she calls. He looks back at her and looks down, then nods to Graystripe and Cinderpelt. 'What's going on?' a kit mews confused, looking up at the strong female. 'Nothing.' She sighs, turning and padding towards the warrior's den.