Ha, bet you all thought I'd given up on this story, huh? Yeah, that's what I thought, too. But now that it's summer, I have more time, so I'm going to start writing again.

It's been a while (what, a year?) since I last wrote this story, so I had to go back and read my own writing. (Luckily, I remember what sort of plot I had in mind) I may have missed some details and so the story might not be consistent. It would be great if you guys could tell me if you see these errors so I correct them.

"A sensitive topic, huh?" Tawnypelt muttered.

Mistyfoot laughed sheepishly.

"It's not funny! He practically blew up at us! Didn't you see his eyes? They were like, shooting fire!"

"Yes, he's like that when it comes to Squirrelflight. Can't say I blame him."

They had arrived at the Twolegplace. At first, Mistyfoot was amazed at the sense of Clan life that drifted about. It wasn't long until she started asking about what they were going to do about TigerClan.

"I…don't know…" Tawnypelt meowed, slightly confused. "We can't really do much, can we?"

Mistyfoot's blue eyes blazed. "Do much? There's enough cats here, plus the other safeplaces, for an attack! Don't you want our territory back? Don't you want the real Clans back?"

"Well, yes, but…"

"We're all united here! We need to fight for what we believe in!"

Tawnypelt, gazing into Mistyfoot's angry eyes, suddenly felt like this was a start to something she'd wanted for such a long time.

"Leafpool! You were just gravely wounded! What do you think you are doing, wandering around like that?"

Leafpool spun around. She met Willowpaw's eyes calmly. "I was just looking for Nightcloud. You know, she did save me and all."

"But still, this isn't the time. I don't care if you are a medicine cat; you have to take care of yourself. Besides, Nightcloud'll drop by sooner or later. I'll tell her you want to see her," Willowpaw meowed.

Leafpool bit her lip. If she wasn't careful, Willowpaw was going to get suspicious.

Before she could respond, Ravenpaw came running. "Come to the top of the Twoleg nest! Barley has something he wants to say to every cat! Have you seen Nightcloud or Tawnypelt anywhere?"

"No, in fact, Leafpool here was just going to look for her. I'm pretty sure she's not in the nest," Willowpaw meowed.

"Really? I'll look outside, then, thanks."

A meeting? Like a Clan meeting? What in StarClan could be that important that Barley had to tell every cat? Leafpool sighed and made her way to the top of the Twoleg nest with Willowpaw at her side. Sandstorm and Rowanclaw were already there. Leafpool padded to Sandstorm and sat next to her, looking at the rogue leader.

Brackenfur climbed up a few moments later, but moons seem to pass, and Nightcloud, Ravenpaw, and Tawnypelt were nowhere to be found. Barley sighed and cleared his throat. "Well, I suppose we're going to have to start without them.

"I called you all up here for a reason. We didn't have many cats to begin with, and now that Stormfur has left, we have even less.

"We've waited for long enough. It's time for us to take action. We can't just wait for this endless wandering to end, for us to regain our lost territory. This territory is not going to magically become ours again, as it rightfully should be. TigerClan is not going to give up the territory without a fight.

"We're not alone in our exiled state. There are cats all over the so-called 'TigerClan' territory who support us, who are staying at other safespots. Together, we can overcome TigerClan. We can return to our old lives."

Barley looked around at the surrounding cats. They remained silent for a few moments, taking in the idea. Then Rowanclaw raised his tail. "I agree that we should fight to regain our territory. We all want our old Clans back. I'm sure the other wandering cats, in all their different locations, feel this way as well."

Brackenfur nodded thoughtfully. Sandstorm closed her eyes, as if imagining her old life in ThunderClan again.

"But there's one issue."

"What would that be?" Barley asked curiously.

Rowanclaw twitched. "Well, it's you."

Barley's eyes widened. "What did you say?"

Rowanclaw shifted his paws, but he held Barley patronizing gaze. "It's just that…we all support you and respect you here. But I wonder what the other wandering Clan cats would think. We Clan cats are proud of what we are. Led into such a vital battle by a rogue? I'm not sure how many cats would support that."

"What are you saying?" Willowpaw cried. "After Barley has helped us so much?"

"No," Sandstorm meowed sharply. "Rowanclaw's right. We can't be led into this battle by Barley." She dipped her head to the rogue. "I fully appreciate what you've done for us. But this is something we have to do for ourselves."

Barley tilted his head angrily. "Who's going to lead, then? You?"

"I'm not saying I should lead. And I'm sure that's not what Rowanclaw meant either," Sandstorm mewed calmly.

"We need someone who will bring everyone together. Some cat who is friendly with all the Clans. Some cat who is trusted," Brackenfur suggested.

"But what about the prophecy? Someone unloved has to lead us!" Leafpool mewed fretfully.

The cats shifted uncomfortably. They weren't getting anything done. They weren't making any progress at all. All this arguing over who would be leading the attack.

"We should gather all the exiled Clan cats. We need to talk over this together." Brackenfur broke the silence.

"Who's going to get them?" Barley snapped angrily. "We barely have enough cats as it is. What if TigerClan attacks us?"

"If all of TigerClan decides to attack us, we have no chance anyway," Rowanclaw meowed coldly. "Brackenfur's right, we have to get the rest of the Clan cats. Actually, if you want it your way, we don't have to meet here; we can all meet someplace else. Somewhere that is equally convenient for everyone."

"This is why I became a rogue," Barley muttered. "These cats never listen."

The rest of the cats ignored him. They rose, ready to begin spreading the news.

"I'll go to the bridge safespot," Sandstorm volunteered.

"I'll come with you," Brackenfur meowed. "We'll have to cross TigerClan territory, so it's not that safe."

"I'll go to the other Twoleg nest, then. The one where Mousefur is hiding at," Rowanclaw said.

"That's in the middle of TigerClan territory, though. And you were just badly wounded. You should take someone with you," Brackenfur meowed.

Rowanclaw twitched his tail. "There's no one else who can come. Leafpool and Willowpaw are both medicine cats, not warriors. They'll just slow me down."

"Sorry, I'm late!" The cats turned to see Tawnypelt walking toward them, followed by Mistyfoot and Ashfur. "I found these two."

"Great!" Brackenfur meowed. "Rowanclaw, you and Tawnypelt can go to the Twoleg nest together."

"Twoleg nest?" Tawnypelt asked.

Rowanclaw began to fill her and the two other cats in with what was happening.

"Finally." Mistyfoot smiled. "We can all go back to how it was."

Ashfur snorted and stayed silent.

"Well, now that Mistyfoot and Ashfur are here, they should be able to defend this Twoleg nest from TigerClan attacks, right, Barley? They're both seasoned warriors," Willowpaw mewed. "And Leafpool and I will be here, too."

Barley still looked unconvinced. "Alright."

The cats began to depart, each starting out on their role. Willowpaw led Mistyfoot and Ashfur back into the Twoleg nest to show them around. Tawnypelt and Rowanclaw decided to stay the night before leaving, but Brackenfur and Sandstorm started out right away, as they wanted to cross TigerClan territory overnight.

Leafpool closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of the forest. She hated that she couldn't do much because she was injured. Anytime she tried to leave, Willowpaw or Sandstorm would immediately force her back to her nest. But now Willowpaw was busy showing Mistyfoot and Ashfur around, and Sandstorm had already left.

Leafpool had missed hunting. It seemed like forever since she had caught and eaten fresh prey.

Leafpool scented the air. Her ears pricked as she caught the scent of Nightcloud. She hadn't seen the black she-cat since her return. And now she could smell another scent buried with Nightcloud's. A familiar scent, but she couldn't place it.

Shaking her head to clear it all, Leafpool scented a mouse and begain to stalk it. She easily pounced and crushed its neck. As she lapped up the last of the mouse, she began to wonder where Nightcloud had gone.

Nightcloud awoke with a start. She gazed at Crowfeather's sleeping form. As he felt her shift, he awoke with a start. "Hmm? Where are you going, Nightcloud?"

"Hunting," she lied.

"Okay," he meowed. "Can you bring me something, too?"

"Sure," she mewed on her way out.

Nightcloud headed straight for the Twoleg nest. She had been gone for too long. They must be getting suspicious by now. She sighed. This double life was so hard. If only Crowfeather would choose her over Leafpool. If only.