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How did you find her? What? Are you insane? She needs shelter! Even if she's annoying, StarClan won't ever forgive us if we leave a cat to die when you could save it.

I was in some sort of white hazy mist when I heard those sentences. They seemed a bit far away. I tried moving toward the noise. But the more I moved, the more farther it seemed...

I opened my eyelids and jolted up.

The white mist was gone, being replaced by- what? Green trees and brown, hard ground. I squinted. It was also quite shady.

"She's awake, thank StarClan." This time, this voice seemed much closer.

"W..." That's about as far as I got before seering pain from my head caused me to freeze and groan.

"You're handling it better than I thought." The voice moved, and I was surprised to see a mottling black cat with tarnished red- copper?- I thought blankly, eyes. She had a long scratch along one of her eyes, probably making that eye useless and blind, one that dug deep into her neck. I winced. That must hurt.

"I'm Stormfall," Stormfall meowed coldly and she pulled more poultice off the shelves to mash.

"What happened?" I groaned. "My head... it hurts..."

"Of course it hurts, why else would you be here than?" Stormfall grouched, pressing more poultice and other stuff mixture on my head.

"How is she, Stormfall?" Another voice came out from the entrance. I whirled around, and there was a dark gray tom with light gray patches, and unforgiving dark gray eyes. Gray, gray, gray.

"Like a stormy night," I muttered out loud.

"Huh?" The gray cat gave me a perplexing look.

I didn't answer. The gray cat continued. "Well, you ought to thank me. I saved you, or else you probably would've died."

"Saved me?" I said, looking at him.

The gray cat nodded. "I'm Grayfur. I'm not sure the others are happy with my decision to rescue you, though, if I have I be honest, Silverpelt." then, in a voice even I couldn't hear, "And frankly, neither am I, but I had no choice."

"Silverpelt? Whose that?" I looked around the den for her, or him. "Is it another cat?"

Grayfur gave me a funny glance, thathat instantly hardened. "Don't play games with me, Silverpelt," he growled.

Stormfall sat silently, watching, tending to my wounds. It stung, but I ignored it.

"Games? What game? I don't think I've ever played any before with you. We just met. Is Silverpelt a game?"

Fury flashed in those cloudy eyes of his, like... like...

I couldn't recall it. But it didn't matter, because Grayfur was stalking up to me, and I could see those claws, threatening to sink into my fur and-

"Grayfur, stop!" Stormfall shrieked, coming back to life.

Grayfur stopped in his tracks, glaring at me and glazing uncertaintly at Stormfall.

"You are Silverpelt," he spat.

Me? What?

A look of confusion must have mingled to the surface, because Grayfur let out a frusterated growl and turned to Stormfall. "What is wrong with her?"

Stormfall looked down, just for a moment. "I don't know, Grayfur." She gazed down at me. "It's like she's forgotten who she is."

Grayfur followed her eyes to me.

I was tired of this. Fed up. I got to my paws, ignoring the screaming protests of my sore paws. "So, what are you trying to tell me?" I meowed. "I was... saved, and that... I'm Silverpelt? I've forgotten who I am?"

They both nodded silently.

That's who I am? I... I don't even know who I am anymore, and these strangers do?!

I sat back down, allowing Stormfall to do what she has been doing, rubbing wet, stinging stuff on me.

"Do you know where you are?" Grayfur sat down too, eyes insistent.

I shook my head. "No."

"You're in ShadowClan camp."

"What's that?"

"Do you know what being a warrior is?"

"I'm not a warrior, how should I know?"

"Do you remember your mission to spy on us?"

"Spy on who? What mission?"

"Us. ShadowClan."

"Um, no, I would never spy on you. There would be nothing to spy on, anyway."

Grayfur's eyes flashed again. "Would you spy for prey?"

"Huh?"

"Or information?"

"Who exactly would I give this information to?"

"Your dad."

"My dad?!" I burst out. "My dad? My father?! I don't know who he is! I don't even remember his face! Is he in ShadowClan? Or maybe he ISN'T! I'm telling you, I don't know!"

Grayfur snarled and leaned in real close. "I'm getting ready to claw your face off."

I yelped. "I'm sorry! I just... I don't really know! Really!"

Let's get this straight. I am in a ShadowClan area. I have met two other cats named Stormfall and Grayfur. Grayfur says my name is Silverpelt. He also said he saved me, and that I have a father. Not to mention that he suspected I was here to spy.

Grayfur is a fibber.

After a minute of organizing my thoughts, I forced myself to look at those harsh eyes. They seemed so familiar...

"I forgot. If I was Silverpelt, if I had a dad, if I was a warrior, if I was here to spy... I forgot about it."

Stormfall stopped smearing me. "You don't remember? How about smashing your brain into bits when you hit that rock..." Something clicked in Stormfall's eyes just then.

"She broke her brain." Stormfall said it calmly.

"She what?" Grayfur whispered.

"She broke her brain. Her brain lost all the memories. It escaped. She doesn't remember who she was, Grayfur."

"I think I might have a chat with the leader now," Grayfur muttered as he exited the den.

There's a leader too?

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The next few chapters are going to get very... interesting.

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