I know that last chapter was short. Oh, and by the way...Did you guys review? No? Yes? Well, if you didn't, then you aren't very nice, are you? Thanks to the people who reviewed last time! You know who you are *wink wink*

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Chapter Two

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Sandstorm

Sandstorm was sitting in Firestar's den. She knew it was around the time that Leafpool usually got home. The cured she-cat was starting to take an interest in her daughter's relationship with Crowfeather. Maybe this is a bad idea...She thought.

When the sound of a motorcycle stopping and the intense giggling of an overjoyed teen she-cat filled the leader's den, the mother knew instantly that it would be awkward. But it would be even worse for her daughter if the clan was cured before this relationship ended.

The pale ginger she-cat jumped onto the ground, and walked toward her daughter. Little did she know that another can was behind her. Lunisola leapt gracefully from Highledge, and padded up to the scene to get a better view.

"Leafpool, we need to talk. In private." Sandstorm threw a glare at Crowfeather, who was wearing tight, leather jeans.

Leafpool groaned. "Fine." she turned around. "See ya later, Crowy." The teenager followed her mother to the leader's den. Lunisola, who was invisible to their eyes, followed.

When the mother and daughter were in the den, Sandstorm sighed. "Leafpool, I know you are having a hard time dealing with the...behavior...of the clan. But that is no reason to stay out late. Especially since you're a medicine cat. You know you are forbidden to have a mate."

The light brown tabby's pelt bristled. "Stay out of my business! I can do whatever I want, when I want!" She started to flee, but was stopped by Lunisola, who had pushed a small boulder from the top edge of the stone hollow. "We're trapped!" Leafpool cried.

Sandstorm hissed at her. "You are so insolent! How dare you speak to me that way!" She raked her claws down Leafpool's side, but she barely touched her daughter's skin. "Do you know how scared Firestar and I are? Staying out with Crowfeather is not right. Your clan needs you, Leafpool! Cinderpelt is getting older. She can't do everything on her own."

"I-I'm sorry..." Leafpool whispered as she started shaking.

"Sierra Sierra, do you read? This is Charlie Papa. I'm comin' in to get ya. Don't ya worry, she-cats, I'm gonna rescue ya!"

Leafpool watched Sandstorm's eyes light up. "Cinderpelt!"

"Watch out, she-cats! Get to the back of the den! I'm launchin' a Molotov!"

The small boulder burst into flames as the Molotov exploded. Cinderpelt doused the blaze quickly. "Leafpool! I didn't expect you back so soon." she said.

Sandstorm noticed that the gray she-cat's voice was becoming cracked and thin, and she secretly hoped that Leafpool did, too.

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Firestar

Firestar was having a restless night. He and Boba were already at the Horseplace, where Floss and Smoky had taken Firestar in. They didn't know about Boba still. "How's Daisy doing?" Floss had asked him before they tucked in for the night.

"Not so good. The whole clan has been acting weird lately. I think they have a nasty case of stupidity. That's why I'm going to the Mountain of Stupidity. I was told by a tom named Boba that there is a cure there." he answered.

Smoky's ears perked up. "Did you say Boba? My great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather's uncle had a cousin who had a sister who had an uncle who had a great-great-great grandfather named Boba. What did this guy look like?"

Firestar stared a long moment at the tom before answering weakly, "Calico."

Smoky jumped up. "My great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather's uncle's cousin's sister's uncle's great-great-great grandfather fits that discription!"

The leader started sweating. If the two Horseplace cats knew about Boba, they would freak out. "It's probably just a coincidence."

Smoky sighed. "Probably. Wait! Did he have a sister named Lunisola?"

Firestar gulped and fought back a scream. Boba was Smoky's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather's uncle's cousin's sister's uncle's great-great-great grandfather?! "Um...Well...Anybody could have a sister named that..."

The gray and white tom gasped and stood up. "A ghost!"

Firestar also stood up. "A StarClan cat!"

Floss stared wide eyed at the leader. "You mean to tell me that you talked with Smoky's ancestor's ghost?! That's awesome!" She laughed nervously when the toms glared at her. "Um... I guess I'll leave you two to catch up." She turned and disappeared out the door.

"Listen, I don't know why but I have a feeling like I'm bothering you two. I think I'll just go now..." Firestar started edging out the door.

Smoky stopped him by pushing him to the ground. "Tell me, where is Boba, for I very much desire to speak with him."

The leader gulped again. "Uh..."

Suddenly, Boba walked in front of Smoky. "Smoky. Stop." But Smoky didn't see him.

Boba gasped. "He can't see me! No wonder, too. Firestar, tell Smoky that I wasn't related to his great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather's uncles' cousin's sister's uncle's great-great grandfather. I was related to him through his nine greats grandfather's uncle's cousin's sister's great-great grandfather's mother, which I married after she had him. He wasn't my blood son."

Firestar sighed in anger. "Boba is standing right next to me and he says he's not related to your nine greats grandfather's uncle's cousin's sister's uncle's great-great grandfather. He wasn't his blood son. That makes you not related to him. Trust him because he was there!"

Smoky walked away. "You serious? WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE DARK FOREST WAS ALL THAT FOR?!?!?! FLOSS, GET ME MY SEDATIVE!" Firestar could tell that the cat was upset. He backed out of the Horseplace and started running.

Boba was right beside him. "That was odd..."

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StarClan

"Bluestar!" cried Yellowfang. "Who sent Boba and Lunisola down?!"

Bluestar's eyes flew open. She kicked aside the dark forest cat that was giving her a massage. "They're down there?! How?!" she screamed in panic.

Yellowfang's eyes were wide. "I have no clue! Look!"

The two she-cats looked down. Even though they had both been in StarClan for some time now, they were still freaked out about how the ground was clear when they were looking down at the territories.

Sure enough, much to their terror, Boba was guiding Firestar around the lake while Lunisola was watching the ThunderClan camp. "I don't mind her being down there. But BOBA?! We're all doomed! Or ThunderClan is, anyways...Same thing!"

Feathertail zoomed by. "We're in trouble if the whole of ThunderClan dies and goes to StarClan, though I know a few that won't. We'd have a heck of a migraine for the rest of eternity. Plus we'd see ShadowClan take over." she shuddered.

Tallstar groaned. He'd been in StarClan for, what, not even four seasons and he already hated Boba Fett. "We're all doomed." Tallstar announced the well known fact that striked dread into the cats' hearts.

"What's going on here?" said Shadowstar, the first ShadowClan leader.

"Boba and Lunisola's out." stated Bluestar. The leader had worked her tail off to keep Boba in, and now all of her hard work was wasted. Completely and utterly wasted.

"Who knows they're there." asked Shadowstar in a serious tone. She glanced down at the calico tom running toward the Thunderpath.

"As far as I know, Firestar and some tough guy named Smoky." Yellowfang said.

Shadowstar tilted her head. "Smoky? He's a Horseplace cat."

Yellowfang gasped. "And another Horseplace cat. Floss. Looks exactly like Smoky, only slighter. A she-cat, too."

Bluestar started to panic. If too many cats knew about Boba or Lunisola, then StarClan would be ruined. The perfect image of cat heaven destroyed. All because of one, blood hungry cat.

"I knew we should have threw him in the dark forest. But Thunderstar thought that he was like he was because of ShadowClan. What a piece of fox dung. Doesn't have the sense of a newborn kit. Ah, well, too late to turn back. Rule one, once in StarClan, always in StarClan." Shadowstar sighed and started walking away, saying, "You cats...You watch and make sure Boba and Lunisola don't do anything stupid. They do, you have the right to claw 'em."

The four cats groaned but continued to watch the two other cats.

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Leafpool

Leafpool was in a sticky situation. A very sticky situation.

Somewhere in Leafpool's brain, there was a wire that needed to be pulled. And Sandstorm had pulled it. Hard.

But she knew it wouldn't be that easy to give up Crowfeather. After all that had happened...With her clan going crazy and her mother obbessed with oranges...Crowfeather was her sweet escape.

"I don't know what to do..." the young medicine cat told her sister. who had come to the medicine cat's den for poppy seeds.

Squirrelflight shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not a she-cat. The only thing I love are poppy seeds."

Leafpool eyed her sister, or...brother..., warily. "How long have you been eating them?"

"About a moon. They help with my battle scars." she, or he, said, though Leafpool knew Squirrelflight didn't have scars.

"Stop eating them, okay? I think you're addicted." the medicine cat said after she yawned. It was past moonhigh, probably near sunrise.

"What are you saying, Leafy?" asked Squirrelflight.

Leafpool glared at...her littermate...and said, "Stop eating them. Leave, Squirrelflight. I'm tired." She yawned and walked to her nest.

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