A/N: I AM BACK! I had completely forgotten about this site and my stories...but after checking my old inbox to see it flooded with reviews and people begging me to continue, I have to finish it :) Thank you to everyone who has been so supportive of my writing, it means a lot! It's been so long, I can't really remember any of the "unexpected twists" that I had planned for the story (I mentioned in the previous chapter), so I will try my best to pick up the story again. I also hope I haven't forgotten how to write! ;)

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We must find Onestar! The same thought constantly filled my worried mind. He was still my father, whatever he had done. We settled down under some straggly bushes; we had already spent most of the day following the dirt track away from the Twoleg nest, getting closer to the Twolegplace, hoping to find some trace of Onestar...a scent, a sight, anything. We got nothing.

"I think our best hope is Twolegplace," Whitetail repeated. "We could ask around, see if any of the kittypets or loners have seen Onestar."

"And if they haven't? What will we do if we never find him?" Weaselfur demanded. Whitetail looked away, and closed her eyes.

"Let's not think about that right now." she murmured. I shared Weaselfur's questions; what would happen to WindClan? Ashfoot would be the new leader, but she wouldn't receive nine lives if Onestar was still alive. She would have a troubled leadership. It could mean disaster for my former Clan if we didn't find him and bring him home. I closed my eyes, and fell into a troubled sleep, my heart aching for Lionblaze and my kits that I had left behind.

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We woke early the next morning. Cold rain was falling steadily, and our pelts were soon soaked and cold. "We need to find shelter!" Crowfeather ordered. "Or will freeze to death before we've even properly started our search." Whitetail nodded in agreement, and flicked her tail for us to follow. I ended up at the back with Owlwhisker, who shot me a look that was neither hostile nor friendly. I kept my own gaze trained on the ground in front of me. Weaselfur, on the other hand, was openly reluctant to speak to me or acknowledge me. It suited me just fine; I had never really liked him anyway. Crowfeather too was neutral, although I noticed that he avoided conversation and never included me in the decision making. I understood, in a way, even though it still hurt. I had betrayed my Clan, but I could not regret that I did it to be with Lionblaze, and to have my kits. Thinking about Eaglekit and Rainkit allowed the insults to wash over me. As long as I had them and Lionblaze, nothing WindClan could say or do would hurt me. Whitekit is now becoming a distant memory; I try not to think about her too much. I know she is in safe paws in StarClan. Does she walk with ThunderClan ancestors or WindClan?

We pad along in stony silence, until Crowfeather lets out an excited yowl. "Over here, look!" Deep ruts in the ground made from the monster's paws veered away from the dirt track, and there were many broken and flattened bushes.

"Maybe the monster crashed?" I suggested. Whitetail agreed.

"Heathertail is right, this is probably what happened. If it is the same monster. But not many come down here, it must be!"

Owlwhisker too let out a shriek. "Here! Over here!"

We rushed to his side among some of the broken plants; in a bramble bush, a thick tuft of brown tabby fur had been snagged on the thorns. Whitetail leaned forward to sniff it, and quivered as she spoke: "Onestar!"

"Do you think he was hurt?" Crowfeather asked in a hushed voice, looking around. "There's no blood, but it doesn't mean he's okay."

"He's alive, I know it!" Whitetail affirmed. "Let's continue, Twolegplace isn't far ahead. We can reach it by nightfall." Sweeping her tail, she gathered us to her, and we set off again, with hope glowing in our chests. We were closer now, but still so far away.