Here you go, just as I promised: the allegiances of LeopardClan and NightClan, the "good" Clan and the "bad" Clan. But first, here are some replies to the epic reviews you posted!

Hollyleaf1234: Muahahaha! I love plot twists - they make stories much more interesting. :P I hope you don't mind I gave Foxpaw a brother, though.

Anova: }:) *evil grin* I LOVE plot twists! Don't worry, it's all for a greater cause at the end.

EradrinSkyleaf: Ah, yes, school gets the best of us all. And that's an interesting theory, but I'm afraid I'm not going to give away spoilers for the end. But I'm planning on Hyperion resurfacing later on in the series as a more minor character. :) Make of that what you will.

Also, I just wanted to say...

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 70 REVIEWS!

Thanks to all my supporters for... well... supporting the story. I'll make sure to keep posting chapters until I finish the story, and then continue on to the next book! :) Thanks so much for giving me this wonderful motivation to continue! And now on to the Allegiances you all wanted.

LeopardClan

Leader: Grayheart dark gray tom with blue eyes

Deputy: Larkwing pale brown tabby she-cat with dark brown eyes

Medicine Cat: Stormtuft black tom with yellow eyes

Apprentice: Goldenpaw

Warriors: Aspentail dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes and a missing claw

Cherryfall ginger she-cat with amber eyes

Molewhisker brown-and-cream tom with amber eyes

Apprentice: Silverpaw

Lilyheart dark tabby she-cat with white patches and green eyes

Sparrowtalon large, brown tabby tom with yellow eyes and long fur

Apprentice: Foxpaw

Crouchfoot ginger tom with brown eyes

Apprentice: Rustpaw

Amberwing pale ginger she-cat with amber eyes

Dewflight gray and white tom with amber eyes

Apprentice: Dawnpaw

Snowclaw fluffy white tom with amber eyes

Scorchblaze dark ginger she-cat with green eyes

Streamfrost dark gray she-cat with blue eyes and long fur

Apprentices: Goldenpaw yellow-orange mottled she-cat with amber eyes

Silverpaw silvery gray she-cat with white chest/paws/muzzle/underbelly/tail tip and blue eyes

Foxpaw reddish tabby tom with hazel eyes

Rustpaw reddish tabby tom with yellow eyes

Dawnpaw fluffy, pale, smoky gray she-cat with brilliant, pale blue eyes

Queens: Mistheart spiky-furred, pale gray she-cat with ice blue eyes

Kits: Twigkit spiky-furred, brown tabby tom with yellow eyes

Shadekit pale gray she-kit with ice blue eyes

Morningkit pale gray she-kit with yellow eyes

NightClan

Leader: Nightstar

Deputy: Ragingwish

Medicine Cat: Blacksoul

Warriors: Hawkear light brown tabby tom with amber eyes

Eaglewing light gray mottled she-cat with gold eyes

Falconeye light brown tabby tom with gold eyes

Crimsonspirit reddish she-cat with white markings on her forehead and a white chest and underbelly

Wolfslash light gray tom with broad shoulders, a long scar along his flank, a white tail-tip, and dark blue eyes

Proudstrike dark brown and white tom with yellow eyes

Apprentice: Deadpaw

Lightningtalon scraggly-furred tortoiseshell with blue eyes

Apprentice: Vixenpaw

Brokenheart scarred, dark gray mackerel tabby tom with green eyes

Birdclaw small, black and white patched she-cat with brown eyes

Apprentice: Icepaw

Twistedfoot muscular, brown mottled tom with amber eyes

Apprentice: Lostpaw

Firepelt ginger tabby tom with a white underbelly and green eyes

Apprentices: Deadpaw dark brown tabby tom with a ripped ear and brown eyes

Vixenpaw orange tabby she-cat with amber eyes

Icepaw white she-cat with thick fur and amber eyes

Lostpaw ginger and white spotted tom with green eyes

Queens: Coldspike white she-cat with gray flecks and ice blue eyes

Kits: Thornkit light brown tabby tom with amber eyes

Pantherkit black she-kit with ice blue eyes

Frostkit white tom with gray flecks and ice blue eyes

Cinderpaw's POV

I was just as disappointed as Sootpaw about Ashthorn. Maybe his excitement and anticipation had been contagious, or maybe I'd wanted to see my father all along, but I felt downhearted as I exited the apprentices' den at dawn the next morning and sat outside, looking gloomily around at the camp.

A dark ginger tail was flicking through the entrance. I watched it, as it was the only thing moving in the still, silent camp. I thought I might recognize the fur color, but I wasn't completely sure I was right.

I sensed the brambles moving behind me, whether by the rustling sound they made or by the fact that they brushed lightly against my tail, I didn't know, but I whipped around all the same. It was one of the reddish tabby brothers from yesterday. I spotted his glinting yellow eyes and realized it must be Rustpaw.

"Hey, Cinderpaw!" he meowed. "What're you doing up this early?"

I shrugged.

"You wouldn't want to come on a dawn patrol with me, would you?"

I looked away.

Rustpaw waited a few heartbeats more for an answer. Upon receiving none, he shrugged and said, "Suit yourself. I don't blame you, actually. Dawn patrols are terrible first thing in the morning." He bounded off across the clearing to meet three warriors who had just padded out of the warriors' den, a cave in the wall covered with brambles like the apprentices' den.

"Did you know that the warriors' den used to be in the center of camp?" I spun around again to see the second reddish tabby emerging from the den. Foxpaw.

"What do you want?" I asked grumpily, turning back to the camp.

Foxpaw came to sit beside me. "Yeah. This huge tree fell into camp, killing one of the elders and crippling a younger cat. Her name was Briarlight."

Despite myself, I was intrigued. "What happened to her?" I asked.

Foxpaw grimaced. "She died in the first attack along with several other more helpless cats. There was Daisy, an ex-kittypet queen, Purdy, an elder, Jayfeather, a blind medicine cat, and Dustpelt, another elder. Well, Dustpelt wasn't exactly helpless, but he went down defending the nursery."

I looked at the ground. All this bloodshed had happened here and yet there were no remains of any battles. Foxpaw continued speaking, staring off across the camp.

"Briarlight's mother, Millie, had been fiercely protective of her daughter. She led a patrol of cats seeking revenge – Graystripe, her mate, Bumblestripe, her son, and Blossomfall, her other daughter. All four were slaughtered and never heard from again."

I flattened my ears against my head. "Stop," I muttered.

Foxpaw looked surprised. "But it's fascinating history!" he exclaimed.

I turned away. "It's just bullying, is what it is. I can't stand it."

I felt a tail-tip hesitantly touch my flank. "I understand," Foxpaw said quietly, before grinning and adding, "Even though you seem perfectly fine with NightClan. When you came into the camp yesterday, you reeked of them! No wonder Scorchblaze freaked."

He glanced across the clearing at the entrance. I followed his gaze and saw, once again, that ginger tail flicking back and forth through the brambles. Except now I realized it must belong to the she-cat I'd met yesterday in the forest. "What do you mean, no wonder she freaked?" I asked curiously.

Foxpaw looked at me incredulously for a moment before shaking his head. "Oh, yeah, I forgot. You know next to nothing. Well, as another attempt to kill off the Clan cats, NightClan sent two of its apprentices who were extremely sick with greencough. They said they'd heard we have a medicine cat and asked if he could treat them.

"Well, how could Kestrelflight say no? He took them in and, soon enough, greencough was spreading from den to den. The two apprentices died within a couple days – they were long past being able to be cured. But the disease killed Scorchblaze's father, Lionblaze, and her mother, Cinderheart, in one fell swoop. Lionblaze was supposed to be undefeatable in battle and all, so it was a huge blow to the group, but none more so than to Scorchblaze and her sister, Streamfrost. And then, of course, their brother, Firepelt, went to join NightClan soon after that. So she's been through a lot. Is it any surprise she's so untrusting?"

I sat there, shocked. How could NightClan do such a thing? During my time in the camp, Vixenpaw and Icepaw had seemed harmless enough, but what if they grew up to do such terrible things? Would it be better to wait for their decision about whether to be loyal to NightClan or should they just be killed now before they can do any harm?

"Sorry," Foxpaw muttered awkwardly, "I know you just said you didn't want to talk about that sort of thing, but it's all anyone talks about these days. It's NightClan this and NightClan that and Oh, when will the next battle be and Oh, I hope no one I love gets killed in it. You just get used to it after awhile."

And on that happy note, Foxpaw stood up and padded over to the warriors' den, where a large, brown tabby tom was pushing his way through the brambles.

Sorry for the shorter chapter. The chapters will get longer as of tomorrow and the day after, because it'll be the weekend! :D Now here's the QOTD. (I just realized I forgot to add that at the end of the last chapter. Sorry!)

QOTD: How long have you been writing?