So sorry this took so long! I had may too much homework for the week and then yesterday and this mornining I was in Fairfax for a little vacation, so this is the first chance I got to put this up. Some of you guys said you were confused about Carmen being her father, but don't worry; all will be explained.

Sharpclaw swayed where she stood, then spun around quickly. "What did you say?" she said in an angrywhisper.

Carmen was staring at her, his expression unreadable. "Please, Sharpclaw, you must believe me. I can explain everything. I can give you answers."

Sharpclaw backed away, shaking her head, a part angry, part confused, part frightened look on her face. She finally turned back around and ran out through the wall and back outside. She went quickly, not quite running back down the Thunderpath, and through the hole in the fence. It was when she got to the giant pool of water that she stopped.

And she thought. About what Carmen had said. She'd always wondered why Tallfoot had stolen her and her brother away from Crownstar. There just had to be a reason. And Carmen had said he could give her answers. But why had he said he was her father. If he'd only said that he could answer her questions, she might've stayed. But claiming that he was her father was just too much. He was downright crazy. Sharpclaw wondered if she should return there. It would be nice to spend the night, seeing as it was beginning to rain.

So she sighed and turned around. Whatever Carmen had to say, she would listen, if only grudgingly. She told herself she wanted to know the whole truth about her past and her parents. And if she had to put up with Carmen saying he was her father while he told her these things, she would force herself to stay silent while he did.

And so she walked slowly back to the house, while the rain came down harder and harder on her fur. She'd always liked rain. The sounds it made, the way it seemed to come down everywhere she went, and how it made her fur glisten, especially her white spot. It shined abnormally bright when it was wet.

Eventually she reached the house again, and she sighed as she pushed her way through the hole in the wall and saw Carmen sitting on the table. His face brightened ever so slightly as she walked in. Sharpclaw jumped up beside and stared into his bright blue eyes.

"Tell me." She said, nearly toneless. "Tell me everything."

Carmen nodded and motioned with his tail for her to follow him. He took her through the house to another wall, or a door, as he called it, and meowed. A moment later the Twoleg appreared and opened the door for them. Now they were outside, but Sharpclaw looked up and saw that they were covered by something, and they weren't getting wet.

She looked back over at Carmen, who was sitting down now. He looked up at her, and she sat down next to him, ready to listen.

"It was back a long time ago, when I was a Clan cat." He looked back up at Sharpclaw, sensing the surprise on face. "Oh, yes, I was the medicine cat of ThunderClan a long time ago. I fell in love with one of the queens in ThunderClan, and she gave birth to two kits. One was you, the black one with the white spot and blue eyes. The other was also dark, but more reddish, and he had darker stripes and green eyes. But you see, I was a medicine cat, not allowed to father kits. StarClan sent signs. They were angry with me. So I left."

Sharpclaw gaped at him. "But...the other cats! They never would've found out!"

"I'm afraid they would have found out eventually. Even if the queens do not wish to tell who the father is, we toms have a habit of conspiring amongst ourselves. Eventually we figure it out. And what kind of medicine cat would I be if I stayed when StarClan was angry with me? Anyway, later, I kept returning to spy, as it were, on the Clans, and to see what happened to you and your brother. I found out that after I left, you mother was much too sad to go on taking care of both of you. Your eyes reminded her of me. So she took you to the Talltree and left you. She knew you would wander around and eventually someone would find you. And someone did. Crownstar."

Carmen paused for a moment before continuing. "Just recently, Crownstar and Tallfoot had mated but only one kit from the litter survived, the orange cat you now call your brother. Crownstar took you in, seeing as you hadn't a mother in sight. But Tallfoot wasn't happy. He thought she was taking in stray kittens and trying to replace the ones they lost. He thought she didn't care about the one they still had left. That is why he stole your brother, Sharpclaw. He hadn't intended to take you, but Tallfoot wasn't a brute, and since he didn't think Crownstar would be a good enough mother, he took you along also, to a kittypet friend of his. He was once a kittypet too, you know." Carmen smirked at her.

Sharpclaw blinked in surprise, but urged Carmen to continue. "I tried to follow Tallfoot, but he scented me and chased me off. I didn't want to risk being seen again, or caught by ThunderClan, so I stopped spying. I would've meant trouble for you and both of your brothers as well. Now, I have no idea what happened to your brother or your mother.

Sharpclaw simply sat there and listened to the rain. Carmen's story did answer a lot of questions. And the next question she was going to ask surprised her. It meant that she already accepted Carmen as her father.

"Carmen?" she meowed cautiously. "What is my mother's name?"

He smiled at her, realizing what the question meant. "Bluetide."

Doing nothing but lying around camp, Lightpelt had taken much more notice of the cats of the camp. For one thing, Kinkstar was actually very unsure of himself. He looked to Patchclaw very often and asked his advice on many things. But the bright orange cat was a worthy leader all the same. Also, the queens, when they were visited by the female warriors, often gossiped about anything and everything. Most often they argued about who's fur shone the most, or who was strongest. More than often they made Lightpelt a little sick to his stomach.

And another thing he'd noticed, his sister, Mayheart had grown very close to Wetstorm. The pair were often seen walking off to go hunting or on a patrol together. Actually, hardly anyone noticed but Lightpelt, since his injured leg prevented him from moving so much. He simply the two of them. He was happy for Mayheart. She deserved a cat like Wetstorm.

Lightpelt stood up and stretched as best he could. Foxnose had let him get up and walk around on one condition: that he move his leg as little as possible, and that he keep putting on the poultices on to keep it from swelling too much. The medicine cat had never concluded exactly what was wrong, but he knew how to treat a broken leg. Lightpelt walked around to the fresh-kill pile, sorrowfully wishing he could hunt. He'd hardly been hurt for a day, and he already missed hunting, as he knew he wouldn't be doing any for a while.

The calico cat looked around at the camp. They were rebuilding the walll a tad higher and somewhat stronger this time, and a small team of cats had been ordered to rebuild the dirt ramp up to Foxnose's cave, including the medicine cat himself. Lightpelt limped up to the black and orange cat.

"Need me to fetch anything, Foxnose?" he meowed as a greeting.

"Be right with you, Lightpelt." The black-nosed cat and his team were just finished compacting the dirt into a solid ramp. "There!" he said as he tested it, climbing into the cave. He came back out a moment later.

"Lightpelt, go fetch me some more poppy seeds, and I could use some juniper berries for Snowstorm's stomach." Lightpelt nodded and limped off in the direction of the camp entrance. "And keep you weight off that leg!" he heard Foxnose yowl toward him. He flicked his tail in reply.

Lightpelt slithered out through the entrance hole and swerved to the left to fetch the poppy seeds. He had no sooner walked four fox-lengths than he heard strange howling sounds. Lightpelt had been about to turn right around and head back for the camp, but he stopped. His curiousity was getting the better of him. He crept forward, if you could call it creeping with an injured leg, and peeked through the tall weeds in front of him. There, lying on the ground in front of him, was a dog.

Lightpelt abruptly turned to run, but something made him turn around. This dog obviously wasn't going to hurt him. It was the one who was hurt, as Lightpelt now saw. There was a large hole in it's shoulder blood was running down it's leg, clashing horribly with it's white and tan fur. It was obviously in pain, and it needed help. The dog had now spotted Lightpelt and instead of growling, it whimpered softly. Lightpelt, although he didn't speak the language of dogs, understood what it meant. And he ran. Back to the camp, where he limped as fast as he possibly could straight up to Foxnose.

"Foxnose! Quickly! There's a dog that needs you help!"

I do believe that in one chapter (I think it was 8) I called Honeyfur 'him,' but Honeyfur is indeed a 'her.' Just a simple mistake. Also, in chapter 4, first I said Moonfur was the mother of Redpaw and Lionpaw, but then later I said Streaktail was their mother. Sorry. 4 reviews for the next chapter!