(A/N: I'm hoping the person/guest who left a review on SH2 will read this so I can answer her. Yes, I know the names of Squirrelflight's kits have been confirmed to be Sparkpaw and Alderpaw. Yes I know about Fernsong, Sorrelstripe, Hollytuft, Snowbush, etc. But I didn't know that when I started the SH series last October or when I started it's sequel in January. I picked the names for Squirrelflight's kits and the warrior names for Lionblaze's kits and Cloudtail's kits before the Erins confirmed them. But I couldn't just start writing the correct names after already having written complete stories with the cats' other names, nor could I go back and change them since I'd already killed off Fernpaw and one of Squirrelflight's kits. This will have to be considered an alternate universe story so I can use the names I chose before the Erins released the official names.)

Chapter 14

Swallowflight's green eyes widened in shock as she stared at her sister, the tabby she-cat marching toward her with a look of fury spread across her face. "I'm…um…talking to our father," she mumbled weakly, glancing down at her paws. She felt a wave of embarrassment at being found out, even though she didn't think she needed to feel this way. After all, Onestar was her father and she should want to talk with him, right?

"Why would you want to talk with him?" Streamflower spat, her tail lashing. "He banished our mother and caused innocent cats to die! He's a good for nothing piece of crowfood!"

Onestar coughed harshly, bringing the tabby she-cat's attention to him. "Daughter, I only wish to get to know my kits. Why do you think there's something wrong with that?"

"You've been telling her to meet with Newtclaw, haven't you?" she hissed. "You're telling her that it's okay to break the code for true love."

Swallowflight hung her head low. That was exactly what her father was saying. "He says the warrior code is outdated and that there's no good reason why Newtclaw and I can't be together," she mewed, avoiding her sister's gaze.

"He's brainwashing you!" Streamflower snapped. "He doesn't care about your feelings! Onestar's only telling you what you want to hear because he has some plan for getting revenge on the Clans or something."

The tabby tom stood to his paws, his amber eyes serious and calm as he met padded toward Streamflower. "I'm shocked that you would suggest I'd want revenge on the Clans," he meowed. "I want nothing of the sort. All I want is for my young daughter to be happy, and Newtclaw makes her happy."

"How do I know you aren't trying to get her to dismantle the warrior code and destroy the Clans from within?" the medicine cat growled. "You tried dismantling them with battles when you were alive and failed. Am I supposed to believe that once you died you realized you were wrong and now are content with watching your kits grow up? I won't believe that for a second. You're probably seething with anger- blaming ThunderClan for taking Nightcloud and your kits away, for not letting you have your way with us. I'm guessing you want to convince Swallowflight and Newtclaw to rise up against their leaders, take control of their Clans, and throw out the warrior code completely, thus destroying our Clans and everything we believe in."

"That's not true!" Swallowflight cried, leaping to her paws. "Onestar doesn't want us to destroy anything. He wants me to be happy, and he's right- there is no good reason why Newtclaw and I can't be together. He only wants us to make our leaders see that relationships between cats from other Clans is fine and right and good. There's no destroying anything!"

Streamflower rolled her eyes. "If you can't see what's really going on you must be blind. This is clearly a trick. Onestar doesn't love either of us and he never will. He never even loved our mother!"

"That's a lie!" Onestar hissed. "I love Nightcloud with all my heart. I love the two of you with all my heart. No father has ever loved their kits more than I love you."

Swallowflight nodded, pressing up against her father. "He's right, Streamflower. He loves us. When he was alive he was only doing what he believed was right. Nightcloud refused to admit that we were his kits and ran away from him. Onestar was only trying to get his family back."

The tabby she-cat snorted. "He had a family- Whitetail and Heathertail. I might believe he loved them, but you will never convince me that he loved us. Have you forgotten it's his fault Eaglekit died? Do you seriously not blame him for our brother's death? What about Breezepelt? He death is on Onestar as well. It's even his fault Heathertail died. Onestar has destroyed his family and he nearly destroyed his Clan. Don't you dare tell me about love. Onestar doesn't love us and he never will."

The former WindClan leader narrowed his eyes, still standing next to Swallowflight. "Heathertail's death is not my fault," he meowed quietly. "She asked to join the battle patrol. She believed I loved Nightcloud and our kits and wanted to help me get you back. She was fighting for her sisters and brother and died the noblest death a warrior could have."

"Did you lie to her," Streamflower growled. "Did you tell her how awful our mother was and that she stole us from you? Did Heathertail honestly think you loved Nightcloud when Whitetail was still alive?"

"Whitetail was dying!" Onestar hissed. "She told me I could find love again. She didn't want me to be lonely."

"But Nightcloud knew you would never love her like you loved Whitetail," the tabby she-cat meowed. "She knew she'd been tricked again, just like with Crowfeather. Heathertail might have believed your lies, but I don't. Anyone who thinks you love us is a fool, my own sister included!"

Swallowflight glared at her sister, her ears lying flat against her head. "I am not a fool! Stop accusing Onestar of things he's innocent of! If you can't see that Onestar is trying to be a good father and get to know us, than you're the fool!"

Streamflower stared at the black she-cat, her amber eyes narrowed and burning with anger. "I'm the fool? Seriously? Where are we, Swallowflight? Can you tell us that? Where are we standing right now?"

The warrior was taken aback by her sister's question. She glanced around the clearing, her eyes scanning the dark, ominous trees looming over them and the black, starless sky that offered no light to the world below. "Um, I think we're in the Dark Forest," Swallowflight finally meowed.

"And what sort of cats end up in the Dark Forest?" Streamflower hissed. "Evil cats! Cats that aren't good and pure enough to end up in StarClan. No good cats come here when they die. The Dark Forest is full of murderers, liars, cats guilty of the worst offenses- not cats who can be trusted and loved!"

Onestar fluffed his pelt, still watching Streamflower calmly. "You believe that StarClan always gets it right? They always make sure cats go to the right place when they die and never ever make mistakes?"

"StarClan doesn't make mistakes," the tabby she-cat growled. "You're here because you deserve to be here."

"StarClan isn't always right!" Swallowflight hissed. "Did you forget they're the ones who put Brokenstar and Tigerstar into power? Can cats who put murderers into power be right? They were wrong then, and they will be wrong again. They aren't perfect. You can't trust them."

Streamflower's eyes widened. "He's ruined you!" she gasped. "You really do believe every word he says!"

The black she-cat nodded. "Because he's right!" she snapped. "Onestar knows what he's talking about. He hasn't been fooled by StarClan's 'holier-than-thou' act."

"You've been fooled," Streamflower mewed quietly. "Onestar is destroying you." She stood up and turned around to leave. "There's nothing more I can say to you. If you believe that monster, I want nothing more to do with either of you. Go and be with Newtclaw and hate StarClan for all I care. Believe Onestar's lies and maybe someday you'll realize your mistake."

Swallowflight watched in horror as her sister padded slowly away, her tabby-striped tail dragging against the cold ground behind her. Streamflower disappeared into the forest without even a glance back at the two cats remaining in the clearing, leaving them both speechless as they lost sight of her.

Onestar turned to stare at his daughter. "She's just angry," he meowed calmly. "She'll come around."

"I'm not so sure," the black she-cat meowed. "She really hates you."

"I can see that," the former WindClan cat meowed. "You know I'm not using you to get revenge on the Clans, right?"

Swallowflight pressed her face into his fur. "Of course I know that," she purred. "You'd never do something evil like that."