Yep, another story! I guess I'm trying to make up for not updating for a long time. I'm sorry if this isn't very good. My mom was watching Ghost Whisperer while I was typing this up, so I was kinda distracted. I love that show.

Well, here's the chapter! Enjoy and don't forget to review!

When Firestar's word starts to fall apart around him, he can't help but wish to go back to those days as a kittypet. But when Starclan grants his wish, nothing is as he imagined. Smudge is a warrior, Tigerstar is leader, Ravenpaw never left, and worst of all, Sandstorm doesn't even know who he is! Can Firestar ever get back to his old life? Or will he be stuck in this alternate world forever?

Firestar hunched over his nest wordlessly. The past few moons had been hard on the ginger leader. The other clans saw them as weak and were unleashing more attacks on the clan then ever. Warriors were dieing. The medicine cat and apprentices were exausted. His clan was going against his words. Even his mate, Sandstorm, didn't seem to love him anymore.

The leader sighed. Before he'd joined Thunderclan, he'd been a kittypet, a cat who lived with humans. Sometimes he remembered his sweet memories of those days, but then pushed them aside at the thought of his new life as the Thunderclan leader. Never once had he longed to go back.

But his whole world was falling apart around him. He couldn't even remember how it felt to be a true warrior, respected and brave...

He looked at the moon through the entrance to his den.

"I just wish I had never left my housefolk..." he muttered, wondering if Starclan could hear him. "I wish I'd never entered the forest at all..."

His jaws parted into a large yawn and he curled up in his nest. It wasn't long before sleep washed over him.

Suddenly, a blue-gray she-cat appeared, her pelted covered in starlight.

"Well, well, well..." she said to herself, her voice filled with authority as though she was the leader of the clan herself. "What do we have here? Having regrets, Firestar? That's not like you. Aw, well. Maybe I should show you why the clan is better with you here..."

Bright light filtered Firestar's den. The tom woke up, the light shining in his eyes and got to his paws, licking a paw and beginning to wash himself. He stopped almost instantly as he took in his surroundings.

A twoleg nest.

His eyes widened in terror. What was he doing here? Had twolegs kiddnapped him? He had to get back to his clan before they missed him. He leaped up onto a hard, flat twoleg thing. It was hard like stone, but so smooth there was no way it was.

"A window!" he whispered. "Perfect! I'll be out in-"

He was cut off as two slender hands wrapped themselves around him. He turned and stared directly at the face of a twoleg.

They said something that he couldn't understand, pressed his body gently against their own, and carried him away from his one chance at freedom.

The ginger tom tried to wiggle out of their grasp, but it was no use. He was trapped.

Firestar waited until all of the lights of the twoleg nest were shut off before slinking out of his bed. These were his old housefolk, alright. But how did he get here? And what had they done with Hattie?

He was also much more... plump. He was fatter then he was as a warrior. A lot fatter.

Once he was sure his housefolk were asleep, he leapt back onto the stone like structure, pushed open the window, and squeezed through the passage he'd opened.

He stared out at the forest, untouched and beautiful. So the twolegs hadn't destroyed it yet. Good. He didn't want to have to travel through the mountains once more in order to find his clanmates.

Just as he was about to enter the forest, a voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Rusty? Rusty, is that you?"

Firestar widened his eyes in suprise as he saw Smudge coming out of the forest. Wasn't he the one who thought it was dangerous to go there?

"Hi Smudge."

"I haven't heard that name in a long time," the kittypet awnsered. Firestar raised his eyebrow in confusion. "What?"

"What do you mean 'I haven't heard that name in a long time'?"

"Don't you remember? I went and joined the clans."

"What? Weren't you the one who thought the forest was a dangerous place?"

"You were the one who said that, not me," he awnsered. "Anyways, you can call me Shadewhisker." Shadewhisker puffed out his chest in pride.

"Shadewhisker? What are you talking about? Don't pretend like your the warrior. I have to get going. My clan needs me." Firestar started to walk towards the forest, but Shadewhisker blocked his path.

"No way, Rusty. If I let you by, you'll be trespassing on Thunderclan land. I don't want to have to fight my former best friend."

"What are you talking about? Why would I be trespassing on my own land?"

Another voice sounded from behind the black and white tom. "What's going on here?" The new voice was cold with a hint of growl to it.

"Nothing, Darkstripe," Shadewhisker called over his shoulder as a gray tabby tom appeared behind him. "I just found a kittypet about to cross the boarder."

Darkstripe bared his teeth. "Great. More kittypet scum. Why don't you scurry back to your precious twolegs?"

Firestar gasped. Darkstripe was dead! So... how? "How can you be here? Graystripe killed you!"

"What?" Darkstripe spat. "Why would Graystripe kill his own deputy?"

Now, he was really confused. "I never chose you to be deputy! Brambleclaw is!"

"What do you mean, Rusty? Why would you chose a deputy? Your not leader." It was Shadewhisker who spoke.

"Then who is?"

"Tigerstar."

Firestar froze. Tigerstar was leader of Thunderclan? That meant that he had succeded to kill Bluestar. That meant that he wasn't there to stop his plans. That meant that he had never come to forest.

He'd gotten his wish. He wasn't leader anymore. He wasn't Firestar anymore.

He was a kittypet.

Hope you enjoyed! First reviewer gets a Firestar plushie!