Sorry about the long wait, but I just got back in school and I have play rehearsal, so I might not update as often. For those of you who have horrible memories and are too lazy to check out the next chapter, Lilypaw just blurted out her biggest secret to Sandpaw. And for those of you wondering what that secret is, you shouldn't even continue reading this.

Sandpaw stared at me with his mouth wide open, mouthing, but not making a sound.

"You… what? How? I…" He babbled incoherently. "You used to be a twoleg?"

"Ummmmmm, if I say yes will you kill me?" I asked.

"Do any of our leaders know?" Sandpaw questioned.

I shook my head. "I don't think so. If they do know, they're not letting on."

"Then there's only one thing to do," Sandpaw said. "I have to turn you in."

Now I was the one mouthing wordlessly. "No, Sandpaw, please! They'll throw me out!" I wailed.

"But I can't let a twoleg run wild in the Clans!" Sandpaw insisted. "Twolegs are insane!"

"What?" I screeched. "Twolegs aren't insane! You're talking to me right now! Am I insane?"

"Well no," Sandpaw said. "But twolegs are insane! They build huge monsters and Thunderpaths…"

"Those monsters are called cars and they're used so that twolegs can get places faster! The Thunderpaths are what monsters travel on! All things twolegs do have good reasons!" I yowled.

"Then how come twolegs try to capture us and lock us away?" Sandpaw challenged.

"Because twolegs don't know about the Clans or any of this! They take the cats away and try to get twolegs to adopt them and take care of them. They're trying to help because cats that live with twolegs live longer than wild cats," I replied.

"Well I still think it's a horrible life," Sandpaw said. "You're not going to go crazy and try to trap us all, right?"

I rolled my eyes. "Sandpaw, if I were going to do that, I would have done it a long time ago."

"Point taken," Sandpaw agreed. "Hey, think you still can understand twolegs?"

"I don't know. I assumed I would because I still think like a human. Let's find out." We walked towards the Twoleg Place, keeping low and trying to avoid other cats.

"Okay, there are some twolegs over there," Sandpaw said. "Can you understand what they're saying?"

I leaned forwards, and then froze. "Those twolegs…" I choked. "Those are my parents and my little brother…"

"What? Oh, right," Sandpaw said. "Sorry. You want to go somewhere else?"

I shook my head. "I want to stay here."

"Can you understand them?"

I nodded slowly. "Yes. Mom wants to go miniature golfing, but Dad doesn't want to. He says… he says it's too painful. Oh."

"What? What's wrong?" asked Sandpaw.

I swallowed. "Miniature golfing was one of my favorite activities to do with my family… until I died."

"You died?" asked Sandpaw.

"In my human life, so I could become a cat. Six months ago."

"What are months?"

I grinned. "Moons."

"Oh," said Sandpaw. He was silent for a second. "What's miniature golfing?"

I grinned again. "It's this activity where you go to a place and pay to hit a ball over obstacles. The goal is to get the ball into a hole in the least number of hits."

Sandpaw wrinkled his nose. "That sounds kind of pointless."

"Maybe it was pointless," I agreed, "but the pointless stuff was some of the best stuff I did with my family." I sighed. "I miss my family."

"You have Dewdrop, Rushriver and Snowpaw," Sandpaw said.

"True," I said, "but those twolegs are my family too ad I'll still miss them for a long time." I sighed. "We should probably get back to camp."

Sandpaw nodded. We walked back to camp in silence, both of us thinking. I thought about Sandpaw and my family. I would never be able to see my family again unless… a sudden thought struck me.

If I became a kittypet, I could live with my family again. I could stay with them and still be able to see them and be there every day. I wouldn't be able to talk to them or tell them who I was, but at least I would be there, living with them.

The again, there was the Clan. I didn't want to leave them, and if StarClan was right, I would be the only person able to save them. I couldn't just leave them here to die! Sandpaw could die without me and so could Greypaw and Snowpaw and Dewdrop! I didn't want to go somewhere and be safe and sound while I'd just sentenced a bunch of good, kind cats to death.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts, I didn't notice Ebonysong right in front of me. "Watch where you're going!" she snarled.

"Sorry!" I called after her. "What's with her?" I asked.

"I think someone's sick," said Sandpaw, sniffing the air. "Smell that?"

I sniffed the air and made a face. It smelled bad, like death. "Who's sick?"

"Let's find out," said Sandpaw. We trotted over to the medicine cat's den. What we saw was Tigerfang lying on the ground, his body oozing the horrid scent of sickness.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked.

"Old age," said Morningspirit from behind us. "His time is coming soon. StarClan is calling."

"Can't you do anything to help him?" asked Sandpaw. "Give him some herbs or something!"

"There is nothing we can do," Morningspirit said. "He is going to die no matter what. I can only give him herbs to soothe his pain and pray to StarClan that he dies painlessly."

Sandpaw sighed. "Come on Lilypaw. I don't want to stay here." We padded out of the medicine cat's den and into the apprentice's den. I curled up and closed my eyes.

When I woke up it was the middle of the night. I blinked my eyes open and yawned. Then I noticed a butterfly fluttering around the den. That's weird, I thought. Don't butterflies only come out during the day?

It fluttered closer and I noticed that the pattern on its wings was tiger stripes. I got up and followed the butterfly out of the den. It flew straight to the medicine cat's den and flew inside. I followed it into the den and looked around for it. The only animal I couls see was Tigerfang, who stirred as I walked closer.

"Lilypaw…" he gasped, "I have news… terrible… one of the apprentices…. Traitor!"

"Which one?" I hissed. "Which apprentice?"

Tigerfang just gasped a shuddering sigh and stopped moving. He was dead.

Just outside the den, an apprentice watched as Lilypaw walked out of the den. Thank goodness that old cat hadn't managed to say who the traitor was, but now Lilypaw was going to be suspicious. Well then, the apprentice thought, I'll just have to remove her.

Mwahahaha! Man that apprentice is mean! Who do you think it is? And no, I'm not giving you any hints! Read, review and be merry!