Hello faithful readers! You may be surprised to know that I am still alive, and I've finally typed a new chapter(even though it's short)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Warriors series or the characters

Rain crept through Twolegplace, her eyes darting nervously back and forth. This section of Twolegplace always made her nervous, especially with the loud and violent Twolegs that lived here. But she had to see Shadow.

The gray she-cat finally approached an old and abandoned Twoleg nest, the fence surrounding it falling apart. She leaped up and landed on it, supressing a yowl as a splinter poked her paw. Gazing into the yard, she caught sight of a large tom sitting outside the entrance.

She jumped down, landing gracefully beside the dark brown tom. "Move aside Razor, I need to talk to Shadow."

Razor narrowed his green eyes. "Can't. Shadow's in a meeting with some other cats about the raid on the Clans tomorrow night."

Oh foxdung! I forgot that was tomorrow night. Wait, did I just say foxdung? Ugh.

"Well then let me through. I have a right to be in there, anyway," Rain said, attempting to walk past him. He jumped in front of her, baring his jagged yellow teeth.

"You'll have to wait," he growled, "I've got direct orders from Shadow not to let anyone in. Especially you."

This shocked Rain. Why wouldn't she be allowed in? She was as important in this plan as any other cat.

"Fine," Rain hissed and stalked angrily away. She would take care of Razor later, and ask Shadow why she wasn't allowed in.

'Maybe I was supposed to be let in, she just forgot to inform him. And Razor's just a stupid cat anyway.'

Rain waited for what seemed like moons to her, hidden in some old bushes from the three twolegs who were now walking-more like stumbling-around. She crouched low, her eyes locked on them until they each made it to their nests.

'I'll never understand those things,' Rain thought to herself as she slowly crept from her hiding place.

"Hello Rain," A voice from behind her said. She turned to see Shadow walking toward her. "Razor told me you wanted to speak with me."

"Y-yes," Rain stuttered. Why was she studdering? She talked to Shadow all the time. And why did she suddenly feel uneasy?

"Out with it, Rain."

"I wanted to talk to you about Sandstorm."

Shadow paused a moment as if to remember who that name belonged to, then nodded. "Ah yes, the Clan cat. Is she being cooperative?"

"Well...no, but that's not really w-" Rain began, but was interrupted by the older cat.

"Of course she's not. Clan cats never are. They aren't smart enough to know when to give up," Shadow hissed.

Rain was surprised to feel anger making her fur prickle, but she forced a hateful reply down. Why should she care what was said about Sandstorm? As far as she was concerned, when she left the Clan, they were no longer family. But then she decided to ask the question that's been killing her to be answered ever since this whole thing started.

"Why did we need her, anyways?"

Firestar thought over this for a long time, then turned to Graystripe. "I want you to organize a search patrol. We need to search the whole territory for her."

Firestar jumped on to the Highrock and looked at the small search patrol he and Graystripe had formed. The patrol had Longtail, Willowpelt, Cloudtail, Sootpaw, Dustpelt, and his own apprentice, Bramblepaw. Firestar felt very uneasy leaving the camp with this many Warriors gone, especially after the battle with BloodClan, and the fact that there was a Warrior missing. A cold chill went down Firestar's spine as he thought about Sandstorm being gone. Ignoring the throbbing in his heart, he adressed the patrol.

"In order to cover more territory, we'll split up into two groups. Graystripe will take Longtail, Willowpelt, and Sootpaw. Dustpelt, Cloudtail, and Bramblepaw will come with me. Mousefur will be in charge until we get back." Firestar was surprised at how calm he sounded, even thought he felt like running into the forest and wailing like a kit. But he knew that moping around didn't get things done. Sandstorm had taught him that.

Sandstorm couldn't believe how pitiful she seemed right now. She was being held by a bunch of stupid, flea bitten rogues who wore collars like kittypets.

She hissed again and began to pace. "There has to be a way out of here," she grumbled.

"Then why haven't you found it yet?" Sal meowed behind her. She held back a sarcastic reply, remembering that he was still an elder cat, even if he was a kittypet.

"Then why don't you look?" Sandstorm didn't mean for that to come out so harsh.

Sal obviously didn't detect the hostility in her voice, or just decided to ignore it, because he just shrugged. "What's the point? I'm getting old anyways."

Sandstorm was surprised to hear that. She knew the elders in her Clan, even if they are old, would have fought to get out of a situation like this. Then that made her wonder 'Why can't I then?'

She contemplated many ways of getting out, when an idea popped up in her head. 'Of course. Why didn't I think about it before?'

The ginger she-cat walked over to Sal and whispered, "I'm going to get us out of here, and we're going to stop BloodClan."

Sorry about it being so short, and I also apologize for it being so boring lately. But it will get much more exciting in the next few chapters.

Any compliments, constructive criticism, etc. Any feedback is great, so please leave a review!

Hawkeyes of Shadowclan: Thank you for the compliment, and I even feel sorry for Sorrelpaw.

hollystripe: Thanks for telling me about the spelling mistake. I haven't read the first series in a very long time, so I forgot a bunch of stuff.