A/N: Howdy, it's me again. XD Thank you all for telling me to keep going on this fic, I really appreciate the reviews!

As Sandstorm padded into camp, the other members of her clan were just starting to emerge from their dens. As the scent of the strange cat slowly following Sandstorm, the clan began whispering to each other. Most of the whispers consisted of jokes that Sandstorm had finally lost her mind completely.

Sandstorm just kept on walking towards Bluestar's den. She has grown used to the quite whispers that could be faintly heard every time she passed by another cat.

When they arrived at Bluestar's den, Sandstorm stopped and waited for the familiar call to enter.

"Enter!" called Blustar. Sandstorm quietly padded into her den, motioning for Wing to follow. Bluestar was calmly sharing tongues with Whitestorm, the clan's new deputy. When he saw them walk in, he left Bluestar to tend to them alone.

As she saw them approach, Bluestar lifted her head questionably towards Wing and asked "Who is this?"

Sandstorm opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Wing. "I am Wing of Fallen Eagle. I come from the Tribe of Fallen Leaves. Many moons ago, a young tomcat washed up on the shores of out river. I was sent out to find a scent that matched the tom's. I have been following the river upstream for the past few moons, until I came across a very strong scent that seemed identical to the Lost One's. It smelled as if the same cat had been coming to that spot every day for several moons, so I waited until this cat would show up again."

Bluestar was nodding her head through Wing's entire explanation, slowly taking in all of the details. "And who is this Lost One?"

"I do not know his name. He had still not woken up by the time out Healer sent me to track his scent. Therefore, I continue to call him the Lost One," Wing explained.

Bluestar nodded her again. She hoped that this was Fireheart, but the chance that it was was very slim. "And what does he look like?"

"He has fur the color of flames that seem to light up when hit by sun. That is all I can tell you, other than that he had scars on his pelt, which appear to have come from other cats." Wing said somewhat curiously. Sandstorm wondered why he wouldn't understand that. Truly he must've fought other tribes, as he had called them, before. As she looked closer at him, Sandstorm realized that his pelt was mostly devoid of scars. He had one small one on his hind leg, but it appeared to be from something much larger than another cat. Sandstorm was slightly shocked by this, but managed to turn her attention back to the conversation currently going on between Wing and Bluestar.

Bluestar was quietly considering what Wing had just said. It could be Fireheart, but what if it isn't? She could not risk the lives of her warriors to pick up what might be just another lost kittypet. But how did it get their scent? Maybe it was a rogue that had been staying in Thunderclan territory. Either way, the risks were too great. "I am sorry Wing, but I can not risk the lives of my warriors. I appreciate you tracking his scent back to us, and you are welcome to stay the night, but you must leave and go back to your tribe after sunrise."

Wing bowed his head to Bluestar and said "Very well. I will leave at sunrise."

Sandstorm gaped at Bluestar. How could she give up the one opportunity they might have to bring Fireheart back? She knew that Bluestar cared greatly for the young warrior that had once been her apprentice, so why wouldn't she send a small patrol?

Just as Wing was exiting the den, Sandstorm said "I can lead a patrol to the tribe!"

Bluestar seemed to think about this for a moment before saying "You are not fit to lead a patrol Sandstorm. You were just made a warrior a few moons ago, and you have been slacking on your duties since Fireheart's death."

Sandstorm opened her mouth to add that he might still be alive, but was quickly cut off by Bluestar adding "And I will continue to think of him as dead until proven otherwise. There is only a very small chance that this Lost One may be Fireheart, and I don't need my warriors dieing in vain."

Sandstorm's angered bubbled inside her and her fur began to rise. "I am perfectly capable of leading a patrol! I could even bring back Fireheart! I'm going to find him, no matter what you say!"

Bluestar sat calmly all throughout Sandstorm's outburst. As Sandstorm finally began to calm down, she bowed her in shame at yelling at her clan leader. "I am sorry Bluestar. But I must go! This could be our only chance to bring Fireheart back!"

Bluestar just stared at Sandstorm for a minute. She recognized that fiery stubbornness that was in her eyes. She knew that no matter what she said, Sandstorm would follow Wing to his tribe. After a few more seconds of thought, she decided what to do. "Alright Sandstorm. You have my permission to go with Wing to his tribe. But you are not to take any other warriors with you. Tomorrow you will both go see Yellowfang for traveling herbs. Then you will leave at sunrise. If you are not back within several moons, I will assume you are dead. Are my instructions clear, Sandstorm?"

A sudden feeling of hope erupted in Sandstorm's stomach and spread throughout her. She would finally get to bring Fireheart back! With a new light in her eyes, she answered Bluestar "Yes. Thank you Bluestar!"

Bluestar simply responded with "Now go get some fresh kill. You two have a long journey tomorrow."

Sandstorm padded out Bluestar's den with Wing at her side. She showed him the fresh kill pile and they ate together in silence. She then put some moss on one of the empty spots in the warriors den, and they slept through the rest of the day, for they had to rise early the next day.

A/N: What do you think? I though it was a bit OOC. :P Sorry again for the late update, and the last chapter being so short. What can I say, I'm a lazy person that's not cut out for multi-chapter fics. In my defense, this started as a one-shot. XD Anyway, enough rambling. Please review. I really love to hear your thoughts!