"Henry! Hey Henry!"

Henry's eyes blinked open. He was stretched out in the grass, sunning his pelt. On his fence, Smudge was staring down at him, his eyes filled with sadness.

Henry groaned. He hadn't slept all night. Memories kept flooding back to him, rushing to him all at once. He sat up, swishing his tail in annoyance. "What do you need Smudge? I'm trying to sleep!"

"Henry, Rusty left to live with the forest cats!"

"Yeah, so?"

"Henry, you lived in the forest. What goes on in there?"

"Smudge, that was a long time ago. This is my life now. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm trying to sleep."

"But Henry-"

"Bye Smudge."

Henry closed his eyes, ending the conversation. A moment later, he opened one eye. He saw Smudge stalking off to his house, his tail swishing. He got up, stretching his legs. Was Rusty safe there?

*Flashback*

Henry was on open plain. He was fighting a brown tom, clawing him across the face. The cat was clawing at him too, as well as biting.

"Moonflower!"

Henry and the cat stopped fighting and looked up. The blue she-cat raced up to a bleeding silver-striped cat. Her eyes were staring up at the sky, the life out of them. A small white cat raced up to her, next to the blue cat.

"Moonflower?"

The blue cat tugged on her scruff. "Come on Moonflower, let's get you to Featherwhisker." Henry walked up to the two….apprentices.

"I'm sorry. Moonflower has died. But she died like a true hero." He knew that wouldn't help. The two cats wailed for their mother. Henry turned on the brown cat.

"How dare you kill this cat? You know the Warrior Code Hawkheart. Where is your sense of honor?" Henry was seething with anger, the cries of the two cats making him even angrier.

Hawkheart grinned evilly. "Where is the honor in destroying a medicine cat's supplies? I was merely defending my herbs."

Henry wanted to tear Hawkheart to shreds, wanted to at least argue some more. But Henry knew he had been defeated. His lowered his gaze. "ThunderClan, retreat."

Slowly, some cats, some ThunderClan cats walked away, bleeding from scratches or limping. Some carried Moonflower's body, while a couple more coaxed the two apprentices to their feet.

Henry led his Clan back to their territory, back home. The battle had not been worth it. He knew that now.

*End of Flashback*

Henry remembered. The forest was a dangerous place, with many evil cats. He had to see if Rusty was alright. He had to know.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Henry should have been lost. This was only his second time down this path after all. But somehow, Henry knew the way. He knew where every tree was, where every root was, and where all the deathberry bushes grew.

He made it in record time to the entrance. Peering in, he tried to find Rusty's orange pelt between all the others.

It didn't take long to spot him. His pelt was bright orange. He was in the clearing, eating a bird with a young grey cat. They were talking, and it looked like Rusty was enjoying himself. But something wasn't right…

His collar! Rusty was missing his blue collar. One of the forest cats must have forced it off him. He looked around. Huddled together were three cats, and they were glaring in Rusty's direction. The big one was talking while the other two sneered.

Henry eyed the three cats. He knew he shouldn't trust them. Especially that big tom with the long claws.

*Flashback*

Henry was heading towards the pile of fresh-kill. He was deciding whether he wanted a shrew or a thrush, when a pain in his tail caused him to yelp. Turning around, he saw a small kitten dig his large claws into his tail.

"Did you hear me Pinestar? Did you hear me sneaking up on you?"

"No I didn't Tigerkit. You have the makings of a fine warrior. You're going to make me proud one day."

The kit's eyes shone with pride, and Henry's heart swelled for his only son.

*End of Flashback*

Henry shook his head, clearing the memory away. Pinestar? Why did that kit call him that? And why did he call that kit his son? Henry didn't have any sons. He had never had a mate.

On the way back to his nest, one name echoed through his mind the entire trip.

Leopardfoot.