I know that in the last chapter I said "Moonpool" instead of "Moonstone". Sorry about that.

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Here's the ThunderClan part of the TigerClan allegiances. Small, right?

…Fire will never save the Clans…

TigerClan Allegiances

ThunderClan

Leader—Tigerstar

Medicine Cat

Spottedleaf

Warriors

Frostfur

Mousefur

Runningwind

Brackenfur

Cinderpelt

Thornclaw

Brightheart

Queens

Brindleface—mother of Ashkit and Fernkit

Speckletail—mother of Snowkit

Willowpelt—mother of Sootkit, Rainkit, and Sorrelkit

Elders

Halftail

Patchpelt

…Fire will never save the Clans…

I padded into the ThunderClan part of the TigerClan camp with two scrawny shrews in my jaws. It was a better hunting day than most, when I caught almost nothing.

"Hold it right there!" One of Tigerstar's guards pushed me aside. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Going to my den," I answered in a hollow voice. "What does it look like?"

"You know perfectly well that half of your prey goes to Tigerstar!" the guard hissed.

"He has more prey than he needs," I hissed back. "Most of it just rots and becomes crowfood. He eats as much as he wants while the rest of his Clan go hungry!"

"You insolent little kit!" The guard unsheathed his claws and ran them down my face, drawing blood. He grabbed a shrew and left.

I got up off the ground and picked my remaining shrew. "Evil guards," I muttered.

"Sandstorm! Sandstorm!" One of Brindleface's kits, Fernkit, ran out of the nursery. "Sandstorm, what happened to your face? Did you stand up to those meanie guards again?"

I set down my shrew and forced a smile. "Yeah, I guess you could call it that." My smile disappeared as I realized how skinny Fernkit was, and how her bones were visible.

Ashkit, Fernkit's brother, ran up to me and bowled me over. "Sandstorm!" he mewed gleefully.

Brindleface and Speckletail followed Ashkit out too. Brindleface carried a single vole for her kits.

"It's small," Fernkit complained.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. It's all Mummy caught today." Brindleface stepped back, denying her right to eat.

"Wait!"

I winced as the same guard that took my shrew before thrust his head into the small gathering of cats. Ashkit and Fernkit whimpered and hid behind their mother.

"I think Tigerstar has declared that this vole—" the guard took the vole in his mouth "—belongs to him."

"But," Brindleface protested, "My kits need to eat. Look at them. They're skin and bones. They haven't had a meal in two sunrises!"

"Too bad," the guard hissed.

"But they're going to starve!" Brindleface meowed hysterically.

The two kits started wailing, and Speckletail ushered them into the nursery.

"Then turn them over to Tigerstar to let him raise as his guards," the guard suggested. "They'll be well fed, like Bramblekit and Tawnykit."

"Never!" Brindleface hissed. "They should be apprenticed by now, but Tigerstar is too scared to return to normal Clan life!"

The guard laughed. "Fine, then. Find a cat willing to mentor them, but I don't think you will." With that he shoved Brindleface to the ground.

I growled and launched myself at the guard. "Leave her alone!"

The guard was much stronger than me and pinned me down. "You again? I think it's time for you to have a little talk with Tigerstar, rulebreaker." He grabbed my scruff and began dragging me along the ground.

"Let go of me! I can walk!"

The guard just huffed.

"Brindleface!" I yowled. "Give my shrew to your kits! They need it more than I—or Tigerstar—do!"

Brindleface nodded. "Good luck," she called back.

…Fire will never save the Clans…

I was roughly tossed on the stone ground of the small cave Tigerstar dominated.

"A rulebreaker, sir," the guard meowed after dipping his head in respect.

"Good," Tigerstar drawled. "Leave now."

The guard dipped his head again and hurried out of the cave.

"Sandstorm, Sandstorm, Sandstorm. What am I going to do with you?" Tigerstar's smooth, calm voice didn't trick me. I knew beneath that, he was furious and probably wanted to kill me.

I raised my head to look him in the eye. "About what?"

A low growl rose in his throat. "This is the fifth time this moon you've been here! Why do you feel the need to rebel against me?"

That made me snap. "Why do you feel the need to take food from everyone? Why did you feel the need to move out of the forest to a new place in the mountains almost completely lacking in prey? Why did you feel the need to kill Whitestorm, Lionheart, Redtail, Graypaw, Ravenpaw, Mistyfoot, Stonefur, Silverstream, Oakheart, Nightstar, Crookedstar, Tallstar, Deadfoot, Cinderfur, Leopardfur, Barkface, Runningnose, Mudfur…Why do you let your guards harass every cat they meet? Why have you turned your back on StarClan? Why have you disabled the mentoring and training of apprentices? Why do you not name new warriors anymore? Except, of course, for the ones you handpick! And why are you letting your cats starve?!"

Tigerstar narrowed his eyes and unsheathed his claws. "Starve? My cats are not starving!"

"Yes, they are!" I shrieked. "There is little food, and less water! What do you think happened to One-eye? Halftail? Smallear? Brindleface's other two kits? Dappletail? They all starved, because of course you wanted extra food for yourself!"

Tigerstar hissed. "You dare defy me? I have left you alone for all these years, letting you live, and now you defy me?"

"Yes, I dare! I am only trying to help the Clans!"

I think Tigerstar snapped too, right then. I saw the hatred in his eyes, and knew—he was going to kill me.

I raced out of the cave, and had escaped just before Tigerstar's massive paws landed where my neck had just been.

"Guards! Get Sandstorm!"

I panicked as I heard him call out from his cave. I might just be able to fight them off, as I had finished my warrior training before Tigerstar took that away.

But I did know that I was one of the fastest runners in ThunderClan—in all the Clans, actually. Sometimes I had a dream where I outran a pack of dogs. I shut my eyes and pretended Tigerstar's guards were a pack of dogs too. Maybe that would get me to run faster.

One guard was right on my tail. I pushed myself to run faster.

"Oh, leave her!" I heard one shout. "She knows not to show her face here again!"

I kept running, even though I didn't hear anymore cats chasing me.

I knew where to go, even though it was far.

Maybe I could find StarClan there.

I would go to the Moonstone.

…Fire will never save the Clans…

It was sunhigh, and I felt sweat prickling my fur. My tail dragged along the ground, and I remembered when I had made this journey barely four seasons ago.

Tigerstar had ordered that we move to the mountains, all of TigerClan. He claimed to have seen a vision of the future, that Twolegs would come and destroy the forest. He said that we were going to a place where StarClan could not speak to us. The medicine cats had protested, and Tigerstar killed all but one, Spottedleaf.

It was a hard journey…I remembered that a friend I had made from RiverClan, Shadepaw, had fallen to her death after some rocks gave way from under her. That saddened me, because after that I had no friends in the Clans anymore, since Dustpaw—now Dustpelt—had joined Tigerstar. I had been invited to join also, but bluntly refused. From then on it seemed like Tigerstar and his guards kept a close eye on me. Even closer, since it seemed that ever since I was born Tigerstar had kept an extra close eye on me. He did that with Graypaw, too.

Poor Graypaw. A bit after he and Ravenpaw had become apprentices, they were found dead on the ShadowClan border. Soon after Tigerstar took over the Clans, he revealed that it had been he who killed them. He never said why, though.

I kept going.

Tigerstar had taken away the whole way of Clan life. Apprentices weren't formally trained anymore, and warriors weren't formally made. So kits like Ashkit and Fernkit, who were nine moons old—hadn't been given any warrior training at all. Spottedleaf sometimes would give cats warrior names, apprentice names, and give them mentors, but there was a shortage of warriors in the ThunderClan part of TigerClan. And even though Tigerstar said we were one combined Clan, he still separated us as four.

And then there were the dreams…

Ever since I was a kit I had been plagued by dreams. They always had an orange cat in them, a tom with warm green eyes. Occasionally two other she-cats appeared too. One looked just like the tom, fiery orange with green eyes, except she had one white paw and a bushy tail. The other was a light brown tabby with amber eyes, white paws, and a white chest.

I didn't know who they were.

My paws began to grow weary, and when I looked at my pads, I sighed when I saw blood and grit.

I limped over to a stream and rested my paws in the soothing water.

"StarClan," I whispered. "Help me get to the Moonstone in one piece, and help me find a way to get rid of Tigerstar."

At first I wondered if StarClan even heard me, and I glanced up at the sky.

Nothing. I guess StarClan had abandoned the Clans for good.

…Fire will never save the Clans…

I kept traveling for nearly a half moon. My pads had become raw, and each new sunrise I doubted more that StarClan would help.

One night during a full moon, I saw craggy rocks, one with a cave I knew to be Mothermouth.

"Highstones!" I gasped. Sore as I was, I ran as fast as I could to the place where StarClan resided.

I stopped when I entered the cave, and was met with complete darkness. I closed my eyes and let my senses guide the way.

Suddenly, I opened them to see a bright, shining stone that was like a star. I heard whispers.

"StarClan…"

I laid down with my nose touched to the Moonstone, and waited…

…Fire will never save the Clans…

Ha! Cliffie!

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