Windstar strood into the camp, his eyes scanning everything. The camp had been overrun by vines and weeds. The dens were barly visible under all of the coverage. Windstar's own den was surrounde by many thorns and weeds. Piles of dirt lay in the camp, one was dipping inward, making a bowl-like shape. This camp was perect!-almost. The center of it needed to be cleared, but the thick bushes of thorns and weeds were perfect for protection. WindClan would be strong once more! They would rise to the hieght in glory, they would be stronger than last time, and bigger!

Windstar's claws raked across the weeds in the center of camp. He dug at their roots, pulling up many at one time. The other ten cats worked along side of him. The newer ones, the ones that used to be kits, were shredding up weeds to. The queens that were close to having their kits were asleep in the nursery. Windstar had seen that it was the first to be fixed up. He panted slightly in a cat-like manner as he tore through the stubborn weeds.

Blacksmoke was turning out to be a great help. He worked with Amberfur, both of them tearing up more than twenty weeds a dig. The others were doing just as well, but not Windstar. He had had his strength zapped from him when he returned to earth, His eyes were still hurting because of the sun's rays. It had been so long since he had seen the sun, the true sun . . .

Windstar finally grew weary after thirty minutes of working. He could barly move one claw and stumbled sevral times as he went towards his still weed surrounded den. Amberfur and a black-and-gray cat, Russeteye, came to help him. Both had worry in their eyes as they looked at their leader. Windstar realized that they both realized that his long journey had taken a toll on him. "You shouldn't be out here . . ." came a very distant voice.

All three WindClan cats turned their heads. A beautiful silver cat stood in front of them, but Windstar didn't all for her looks. "And I thought you were all dead!" hissed the RiverClan cat.

Windstar felt his fur rise, every once of strength left in him gathered up into one powerful attack. He was about to spring at the intruder as nine other cat's appeared behind her. He felt fear make his chest fur rise, but he knew that his Clan was at risk of death once more. "Why are you here?" he snarled.

"We simply want hunt your rabbits. I must say the ones we caught were very good, don't you think Windstar?" she purred, her voice full of false joy.

"I bet you didn't catch any of them!" snarled Rabbitfur.

"Yeah, you may have found fur floatin in the air. That might explain why you are so thin!" snarled a white cat, Sharpclaw.

"You have no room to talk, WindClan!" snarled the silver cat.

"Who are you?" came one of the females' voices.

"Why you puny WindClan cat, I am Heartstar, leader of RiverClan!" yowled the silver cat.

"More like Heartless Jerk . . ." muddered Windstar and then leapt at the intruder. His claws tore of huge clumps of fur out and dug his claws into the flesh. He yowled and hissed at her, her eyes wide with shock but they quickly turned to anger, narrowed. Then as if on cue, the whole camp burst into caos.

Heartstar lunged for Windstar's throat, but he jerkede back, his hind paws scoring the deranged leader's belly. (There is no offense in here for RiverClan!)

Windstar smacked the leader across the face, his claws leaving deep marks. She yowled in rage and raced off. (Windstar still rocks! This is Windstar himself speaking.) Nearby, Blacksmoke, Rabbitfur, Amberfur, Sharpclaw, Mudtail, Russeteye, and Weedeye were fighting off the remaining warriors. This battle was only to easy. The four new ones, Gorsetail, Cloudfoot, Baditfur, and Silvereye were snarling and hissing, gaurding the den. Windstar knew they were a strong Clan again. Heartstar snarled and ran, her fur turning red.

Windstar calterwauled in triumpt and watched as the rest fled. Then he became quite sierious, "We must hunt, our camp is not yet finished, but we are not done so let us begin to rebulid and survive!" he yowled and darted out of camp. His strength had suddenly come back to him when he had attacked Heartstar, now he was ready to help his Clan once more.

Windstar darted through the weeds, scenting the air ever so swiftly. He smelled rabbit. Smiling, he headed for it's scent. It grew closer and stronger. He leapt sudenly, his paws silent, so used to walking like a StarClan cat. His eyes still held a silver shimmer in them. Suddenly a loud squeal came, Windstar hissed and killed the rabbit swiftly. Smiling once more, he picked up his prey and through it into some bursh. Then he changed his mind. He snatched it back up and headed back to camp.

He enetered camp in long, strideful bounds. He dropped the rabbit and yowled, seeing that no one had left camp but him, "I need a new deputy, I need a new Medicine Cat, and I need a hunting patrol and a sun-high patrol. Who volenteers?" Windstar looked around.

"I shall take a sun-high patrol!" yowled Rabbitfur.

"I will acompany him!" called Russeteye and Weedeye.

"I'll take a hunting patrol!" offered Amberfur.

"I'll go with her!" Blacksmoke mewed loudly.

"I will too." Sharpclaw said.

Windstar nodded, "Good, now get out of here, we have work to do on the camp with the remaining ones of us. Oh yes! Sharpclaw, you were training to become a Medicine Cat when Starfur died, am I right?" Windstar said, turning to face the cat.

Sharpclaw nodded. "I also had choosen an apprentice when we left. She was perfect, and now she is grown. I could tell from once she was born that she would be destined for a Medicine Cat. Silvereye, do you wish to become my apprentice?" Sharpclaw asked, turning to the beautiful silver cat.

Her green eyes twinkled happliy. "Yes I do!" she yowled happliy.

Windstar knew that Sharpclaw was only partly trained, but he had faith in StarClan, his MEdicine Cat would grow in knowledge. Windstar started for his den, his bones and muscles aching. He was just to old to recover in one year! But he had . . .

"And for the last thing, the deputy, I have choosen a trustworthy member of my Clan. I choose Silvereye as my new deputy." Windstar annouced.

The she-cat looked up in surprise but came forward and dipped her head to Windstar. Then she turned to face her Clan and spoke in a firm and convincing voice, "I will serve and help my Clan for as long as my paws rest upon this very ground that has belonged to WindClan for many generations!"

A corus of yowls of approval rippled through the Clan as they yowled and mewed Silvereye's name.

Windstar nodded to his new deputy and then leapt off the Highrock. Then Entering his den, he fell alsleep almost at once. And in that time, he dreamed:

"Windstar, you must travel to the Moonstone! Danger is still here! Shadows are waiting for you in the moonlight! Go to the Moonstone, you will be safe! Sharpclaw is to go with you! Go to the Moonstone the shadows draw closer. The
next Gathering, take many warriors!" came a haunting voice.

Windstar looked around, he noticed a silver cat. "Angelfur! Oh Angelfur, why are you here?" he yowled, sadness washing over him in waves.

"Do not worry about me, Windstar. Worry about your daughter. A traitor is in your Clan! I must go, but remember go the the Moonstone! Take Amberfur and Sharpclaw. Go to the Moonstone in a week! Danger lurks for Amberfur, bad danger. . . Life or Death . . . Windstar . . ." Angelfur's voice faded and Windstar suddenly jolted awake.

Windstar looked around him, he was in his den, not in that darkness with Angelfur anymore. Windstar wondered why his sister had appeared to him, and what did she mean? An enemy, a traitor, was it Blacksmoke? He decided he would keep an eye on the new WindClan cat, for who would know if the cat just turned on his daughter and killed her?

He stood up, noticing moonshine falling onto the slowly repairing camp. The time woul come when he would journey to the Moonstone, and discover who the traitor really was. . .

Escaping the conined space of his den, Windstar looked at his camp. He glanced towards the warriors' den and noticed a shape moving around in the den. He slowly, and quietly creapt towards the warriors' den, hoping that he woul blend in with the moonlight and the shadows. Paw by paw, step by step, he poked his head into te warriors' den. He saw that Blacksmoke was awake and heading straight towards his daughter, Amberfur.

Windstar's eyes narrowed with distrust but he backed out, his teeth bared. His daughter was safe for now, that he was sure of, there were to many warriors in the den for Amberfur to get killed without Blacksmoke dying too.

He padded back to his den but found himself unable to sleep. Windstar laid down outside his den and ever so slowly, a plan began to form in his mind. If we sleep in the day, and awake in the night, we can catch the prey in their sleep. It would be easy. Also I could keep an eye on my Clan easier, for the daytime bores sunlight, I can easy see in the warriors' den then. Also we will be ready for any attacks that might come late at night as ShadowClan had pulled a year ago. So be it, he agreed with himself, I shall awake the Clan tonight, right now.

Windstar picked hismelf up once more and climbed up on the Highrock. (I guess I can call it that) He let out a very loud, alarming yowl. It woke the whole Clan within half a second, startling most and making them leap out of their dens, their claws unsheathed and their fur fluffed up making them half their size.

It was Rabbitfur who noticed him up on the Highrock first, "What's the matter with you waking us up like that?" Rabbitfur hissed, his tail lashing out.

Windstar looked at the cat calmly, "I am changing the time we sleep and awake. Tonight we stay awake, and in the morning, we sleep until dusk."

Rabbitfur grumbled but then turned and began to speak with Gorsetail. Silvereyes faithfully supported his idea, putting sense into it. When the CLan finally excepted their new secdule, Windstar spoke up once more. "Amberfur and I will lead moonrise patrol, Gorsetail, Rabbitfur, and Blacksmoke will take the midnight patrol, and Mudtail, Cloudfoot, and Russeteye with take the dawn patrol. But this is for tommrow, for now I want Weedeye, Sillvereyes, Amberfur, Gorsetail, Mudtail, Rabbitfur, and I will go hunting. I do not expect an attack tonight, for every Clan knows that WindClan has returned!"

With that, Windstar leapt off of the Highrock and bolted out of camp, not feelin so old anymore. He saw the other cats following him, prepared to hunt for the night.