He stares at me, but not in surprise, in relief. "Wait," I meow, "Did... did you know?"
Looking up at the sky, he answers, "Wildwind told me not to tell you. I didn't understand why, but now I do."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Roseclaw... I love you." I stare at him.
"Pebblestone I... I have a mate and kits in ThunderClan." I say softy.
"I know... thats why I couldn't bring myself to tell you." He turns to look at me, continuing with the story. "When you were found by Duskpaw, Wildwind was there as well. He said he knew who you were, but no other cat did. He said that you, your mate, and your kits were loners before you joined ThunderClan. But no other clan knew because you joined 3 days before we found you, so you never got to go to a gathering." He looks back up to silverpelt, and I do the same.
"Why," I whisper, loud enough for him to hear, "why did StarClan want me to be in ShadowClan? Why did they want me to forget my life. Forget my mate." I look down at my paws. "Forget my kits..."
Suddenly, a thought occurred to me. Turning my gaze to the warriors' den, I begin to speak. "If no other cat knew who I was, then how did Wildwind know me?"
Pebblestone turns to look at me, saying, "I'v been asking myself that same question."
"I think its high time we find out." I meow, my hatred for Wildwind blazing; hot enough to demolish the coldest of new-leafs.