No, you're not dreaming; I really am updating my stories. Things are still crazy in my life, so this is a once-in-a-blue-moon thing. Sadly, I can't remember every detail of where Lost supposed to go, but I did have the chapters planned out on a word file.

Firestar sighed. Days had passed by since he had been captured by the Twolegs, and every time he shut his eyes to sleep, he knew his chances of getting out of the "Peltless Cave" had lessened. Was this StarClan's way of telling him he was meant to be a kittypet after all? Was Clan life not for him like he thought it was? Maybe the Clans had already left the forest, and he was left behind. The thought made him shiver.

"Are you cold?" Lily's sudden, soft mew made Firestar jump. After he told her that he was a Clan cat, she remained so distant all the time, like he had a contagious plague that would infect and kill her kits on contact. She wrapped her tail around them protectively as they tried to tackle the Clan leader once again.

Firestar sighed again. It was a bad habit he couldn't stop doing recently. "I was just thinking about my Clan. It must be so hard on them to not have a Clan leader, and I'm worried I may have been replaced…"

"Is that so bad?" Lily narrowed her eyes. "Getting out of that evil forest is the best thing that could ever happen to a cat."

"Why are you so anti-Clan cats?" Firestar asked.

Her eyes flew to the floor, away from the orange tom; Lily's tail fell to the ground, releasing her captive kits. "After I was born and able to leave my mother, my siblings and I were separated like all the other house cats normally are… I have… had a brother who went to the forest one day… and never came back. No one heard from him again, and I saw a new cat where he was before. Then, my Peltless died a few moons later. I tried to look for my brother, but…" Her voice trailed off.

"I'm sorry. It must have been hard for you." Firestar muttered. Her story didn't make sense all the way, though. What Clan cat would murder a lost kittypet?

Lily hissed. "Like you know! Your kind are the ones who murdered him! Anyway, Scar took care of me. I don't need sympathy from some Darkness Dweller!"

"Who is Scar?" Lily flicked her tail to the cage behind her. Firestar couldn't see the tom in there, but he remembered his bright green eyes and strange knowledge of Firestar himself; the Clan leader longed to press Lily about the strange rogue cat, but she didn't seem to want to talk anymore. The she-cat had her back turned and was staring at the floor.

Firestar stood, stretched, and padded over to the opposite side of the cage. Lily seemed to pretend he didn't exist. "Scar? I know you're there. Come out and talk to me."

There was no reply for many heartbeats, making the anger inside Firestar grow like a fire. This tom knew everything about him yet ignored his questions. "Scar!"

"What is it, Clan cat?" The gruff voice came out of no where, followed by the soft echo of pawsteps. Scar's green eyes narrowed at the tom in front of him.

Scar looked a lot like him, Firestar realized at an instant. He was orange, but a darker shade, and white fur grew around his muzzle, ending between his eyes. His name, Firestar guessed, came from a large battle scar that never seemed to heal between his shoulders. It was worse than any scar Firestar had seen before.

"I want to know how you know so much about me… And what you know about Lily's brother."

"And why would I tell you any of that? I owe you no explanations." Scar sat and licked his paw absentmindedly.

Firestar hissed. "I deserve to know because the information concerns me! You know more about my past than some of my own Clan! And Lily's brother was killed by a Clan cat, which I am!"

"Which you were," Scar corrected him with a wave of a paw. "You are now among the rogues and loners. Welcome to your new life, Firestar; your old one is gone like your Clan probably is."

"Lies! ThunderClan would never leave without me! And if they did because the forest is too dangerous, then I will find them again or die trying! These Twolegs will not contain a Clan cat!"

Scar snorted. "Think what you will. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Firestar." As Scar stood and padded away, Firestar realized he knew nothing more than he started with; fury rose in him again.

While Firestar was crossing back to his nest (which was oddly uncomfortable considering it was made of something so soft), he heard the voice of a she-cat calling to him from the other side of his and Lily's cage. "May I speak with you, uh… Firestar?"

"That depends," he answered, "are you anything like he is?" His tail flicked towards Scar.

"Um… No?" The she-cat slowly became visible. She was smaller than Firestar expected, and her very dark gray fur nearly blended in with the shadows. Although she appeared to be young, something about her eyes made her seem to be different. Indescribably different.

"My name is Ferntail," she meowed, "and I have ne-"

"You're a Clan cat?!" Firestar wanted to howl with joy. A Clan cat! Maybe she knew something about how ThunderClan was doing, and she could-

"No." She mewed softly. "I'm sorry."

"How can that be? Your name is Ferntail, not just Fern."

She looked away. "A tortoiseshell she-cat named me." As she continued speaking, Firestar saw two figures surround her on her sides. "This is Sun and Lion; they're littermates. They were traveling with me when we were caught."

Firestar couldn't have cared less about the two brothers. He wanted to know more about Ferntail and the she-cat who named her. Just another unanswered question, he thought with a hiss.

"Ferntail was just sittin' round, babbling to the rogues n' loners 'bout some StarClan and Leafyspots 're whatever," the lighter one meowed.

"Lion, you're ridiculous," Sun sighed.

Firestar ignored them. "Who is Leafyspots?"

Ferntail hastily shook her head. "No, no one! It's nothing really, I-" She still wouldn't look at him. "Forget I spoke to you, okay? It's really nothing!" Appearing nervous and embarrassed, Ferntail fled between the quarreling brothers and disappeared.

"Wait! Ferntail!" She never reappeared.

"I'm not a mouse!" Lion was hissing to his brother after Ferntail left.

Sun sighed in annoyance. "I said mousebrain, mousebrain."

"Yer not-"

"Stop fighting!" Firestar yowled. "I need you two to help me. What's the deal with Ferntail? Who is Leafyspots?" And why is her name not Leafspots? "And how are the three of you related?"

"We're not," answered Sun. "As my fool of a brother said, she was… well, interesting. The things she spoke of to the rogues and loners were different, and we were interested in her, so we followed her."

"What did Ferntail do," asked Firestar. "I mean, why was she talking about… Leafyspots? Was she trying to spread the word about someone or something?" He felt foolish saying 'Leafyspots.' The name made no sense.

"Her name wasn't Leafyspots. It-"

"Yes, it was!" Lion argued with a tail flick.

"That's mousebrained. So are you."

"I am not!"

"Shut up!" Firestar hissed. What were they, kits?! "Enough on that, what about Ferntail?"

But the brothers were ignoring Firestar now; they were absorbed in their kit-like arguments. Firestar was completely alone. Ferntail was too embarrassed and nervous to talk to him. Lily was terrified of even thinking about him, and she was angry from earlier; Scar was…. Well, Firestar didn't really know what to think about him.

Oh, StarClan, Firestar thought, Why is this happening?