Hey! Got a SUPER LONG chapter for ya before I go camping! But firstly, I wanted to say a few things-

First, the Guest Reviews. I got a whole bunch of them at one time and though I don't like to accuse, I'm pretty sure it was the same person and then another guest who just happened to review at that time, and because this one guest reviewed, the review number went up to 47 and a few on the messages from the guests were like "I hope I'm the 50th" and then there was a singular review from Snowpeltplaysmc who I think the other guest who just happened to review at that time. Anyways, what I'm trying to say is, thank you for reviewing and loving this story, but review ONCE per chapter unless you point out sometime crucial, like Featherpool16 did when she told me I posted the same chapter twice(Thanks for that, girl. I fixed it now!), because the competition for the OC would be unfair if you all reviewed like 20 time until ya got to 50. That's just mean. And unfair to all the honest reviewers.

Secondly, the OC competition. Featherpool16 and and I think it was...Snowflower or something?(sorry person! I don't remember your name and can't find your PM to me anywhere so you'll have to PM me your character again or just review it to me.) both requested OC's in this story a while back, so I'm giving them each one already.

(message to Snowy(still don't know your name)and Featherpool16: You guys CAN'T join the 50 Review Competition because you already have OC's. If you wanna change them, just PM me again and tell me your changes. I'll work them in.

Thirdly: Chapter updates. With school coming up in september, I am going to have lots of homework. Plus, I'm joining hip hop, with home-practice and practicing for competitions going with it, and I'm going in soccer which I'll be playing in my free time as goalie, (yes, I'm a sporty tom-boy who likes soccer and hardcore music. It happens.). am also going to be training a new Senegal parrot I just rescued through BBH Animal Rescue, and he's really scared of everything and has been abused. Me, being an animal lover and wannabe avian veternarian, will be spending a lot of time with him and adjusting him to his new life, and won't have a lot of time to update. And when I do, it will be like every few weeks. :( Sorry for any sadness. That's just how it is. I have a life too, and though I love writing for you guys, I love doing sports and dancing and training exotic parrots more.

That is all. Thank you for reading and please leave a review. You might be the 50th!

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I awoke with a pounding headache. My body felt sore and I wanted just curl up and be sick, but,.as everything came back to be, I resisted the urge and opened my eyes to the view of the Medicine Cat Den.

It wasn't much. Clawstar had said we didn't need Medicine Cats and that Warriors should put up with wounds and be proud of their scars, but the Clan had protested and the compromise was that the Medicine Cats still learn to battle, but treat wounds MOST of the time. That also included the Medicine Cat Den being put into the smallest possible place: a wide crevice between two boulders that led down farther into the ground where medical supplies lay. It was hardly big enough for four full grown cats, but I was small so it was large enough for me to be comfortable.

Yawning, I glanced around. I was the only cat here, though I could faintly smell my adopted mother, Cloudeyes, and her mate, who didn't like me that much, Acornshell. It wasn't that the tom was rude, but he always seemed to stare at me and give me looks I couldn't decipher so I figured he just didn't like me but put up with me because Cloudeyes was my adopted parent.

Slowly, I stood, taking in my injuries. My hind leg was bandaged, and I wasn't sure if it was Vineleaf, Shadowclan's Medicine Cat, or Foxpaw's work. It was neat, and wrapped up with some kind of big leaf and a strip of cobwebs.

Wait. Where was Foxpaw?

I couldn't remember much after I passed out, only yelling and cats screeching, and that was faded, like a dream I couldn't see or hear in. I only knew that Foxpaw got me here, and something happened to him.

What if he had been killed?

No! They wouldn't kill Foxpaw! Shadowclan may be cold but they weren't completely evil and merciless!

...Were they?

Clawstar is.

I shook. What if Clawstar had killed Foxpaw? The sweet, polite, oblivious-to-my-feelings tom? The handsome red fox that haunted my heart? The saviour from Windclan who could have sacrificed himself for me?

Dead?

I breathed in short pants. Foxpaw couldn't be dead! I had to find him!

Ignoring my stinging cut up back and torn hind leg, I crawled out of the Medicine Cat Den, only to come face-to-face with Cloudeyes.

"Mouse!" she squeaked the nickname. "You're awake! You've been out for days! Vineleaf said that awful Windclan tom did a number on you, and when I saw you, I didn't know what to think. Acornshell seemed worried to, though he won't admit it, and-"

I cut her off. "Cloudeyes, tell me, where is Foxpaw?"

My adopted mother cocked her head. "Who?"

"Red fur, brown eyes, fluffy tail, white streaked chest?" I said quickly. I was surprised by my own boldness. Where did this come from? Usually I was too afraid to talk let alone question.

Cloudeyes' eyes became big and pity filled, much to my confusion. "Don't worry, Mouse. That mean tom won't hurt you any more. He's already been dealt with."

My face blanked, and my usual stutter came back. "W-What? What do you mean?"

"Foxpaw's been beaten and then sent back to Breezestar for punishment for spying and attacking and hunting on Shadowclan territory."

I pulled back. What kind of accusations were those? My mind was reeling.

Punishment.

Beaten.

On Shadowclan territory.

Sent back.

It all balled up until I screeched, "WHAT?"

I couldn't even think straight. Foxpaw saved me. He was kind. Polite. Even CARING. How could he have done such things? Had he lied when he said he was on Shadowclan territory with good reason? Had he just seen me as a pathetic kit and made an excuse he knew I would believe? How could I be so naive?

Cloudeyes looked startled. "Yes. He was found guilty of hunting on Shadowclan by the left over eaten frog in the wetlands, and he was found guilty of spying when he was hiding in our brambles, and he was beaten for attacking our Warriors when trying to escape. Then we got Windclan to come and get him and they've promised to punish him and to say sorry and to punish Foxpaw further they gave us his mother's newest batch of kits."

I was shocked. Foxpaw had all been a lie? And had been beaten? And punished? And since when did Clans just give up kits?

"Beaten?" I gasped out. "Spying? Attacking? Hurt?" Then I choked on just air. "Kits?"

Cloudeyes gave a tight smile that seemed forced. "It's all been taken care of. And yes, kits. No other Clan knows of the exchange, and the kits will be raised here, so they won't know anything either. Runningstream will nurse them as she has pre-milk."

I gasped, remembering the pretty grey she-cat. "Isn't she Clawstars mate?"

Cloudeyes nodded. "Mmmm-hmmm. She's pregnant with his kits. She's going to nurse the Windclan kits because she already has pre-milk."

I just nodded. But on the inside, I was crying. That poor she-cat had been bred by some tom she didn't even love, while her true love stood on the sidelines. It must be torture for them both.

"I'm pregnant too."

I looked up in surprise. "What?"

Cloudeye gave a girlish giggle, which wasn't like her at all, considering she was triple as old as me. "Yes. I didn't think it could happen again, considering my last litter," She was speaking of her miscarriage. "But it did. And now I can't wait to have some tiny brown-dapple kits running around."

"I thought you had a litter before me?" I murmured.

Cloudeyes suddenly looked glazed and tired as she looked down. "Yes. I did. Tumblekit and...and T-Tinykit. Both were black like me, not dapple brown like Acornshell, and neither made it a moon. They were...too tiny to survive."

It all made sense then. I had been named in memory of a lost kit of Cloudeyes. And I knew I should of felt betrayed as it seemed I had just been a replacement, but instead, I felt happy.

"I'm really honoured, Cloudeyes," I say quietly, just then seeing we were still just outside the Medicine Cat Den and several cats were moving about their business around us. "Thank you. But now today I've had much shock, and...I would just like to rest."

Cloudeye flicked her ears and nudged me back between the rocks to go sleep in the Medicine Cat Den. "Go rest, then, Tinypaw. I'll get Vineleaf to check on you later."

I just nodded. With the shock of Foxpaw being a lie, Clawstar's coming kits and me being named after a dead kit, there was nothing I had to say.

I just needed to rest. And hope for the best.

There ya have it! The last chapter for a few weeks. If the 50th review comes tomorrow morning, or tonight, I'll put out a congradulation chapter quickly to whoever it is.

And keep in mind of all the new kits. None have colors or names yet, and ANY could become one of the OC's, though I suppose the winner COULD bring in an adult cat. Or they could tell me the names and colors and I could surprise them with whoever's kit it becomes. Either way, the winner gets an OC.

Now, review. The sooner you do, the faster we know who the winner is. NOW GO!

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