It had been a few days since the gathering and Mosspaw was getting used to SnowClan. He actually seemed to enjoy it. Though at times he missed Snakekit and Ginger. It seemed like no one understood.

            He stood in the camp, sharing a squirrel with Fernpaw. The sun was slowly setting beyond the horizon and it had already started to get dark out.

            Fernpaw pricked her ears.

            "What?" Mosspaw asked, slowly chewing his squirrel.

            "I thought I heard--" She was cut off as another yowl sounded.

            "MY KITS ARE COMING! HELP ME!" Wavestorm hissed from the nursery.

            Mosspaw got up and was about to follow the crowd when he noticed Fernpaw had not gotten up.

            "Aren't you coming to see the new kits?" he asked.

            "No," Fernpaw replied. "I've seen enough kit births. Go though. I'm sure there'll be some drama."

            Mosspaw nodded and went off with the crowd. Smokestar was already inside the den and Featherwing, Snowtail's sister and Wavestorm's daughter, sat outside the den. Mosspaw looked around for Waterdrop but saw no sight of her.

            "A TOM!" Spottedmask yowled.

            "Congrats!" Featherwing mewed.

            "Is that all?" Lilywhisker asked.

            Featherwing ignored the she-cat and continued watching.

            "ANOTHER TOM!" Spottedmask yowled. "THAT'S ALL!"

            Mosspaw did the usual and waited for everyone to see. As Lilywhisker walked in, he swore he heard her murmur, "I wish these were my kits."

            Mosspaw felt sympathy for the she-cat who's heart had been broken. He put a tail on her shoulder which cause her to zip around.

            "I'm so sorry," Mosspaw said.

            "Don't be," Lilywhisker snapped, walking into the nursery.

            Mosspaw followed behind her and smiled at the two toms who laid by Wavestorm. One was a jet black with white paws and a white muzzle. The other was a gray tom whose chest was a creamy white.

            "What are their names?" Lilywhisker asked.

            "The black one is Crowkit. The gray one is Rockkit."

            With nothing else to say, Lilywhisker exited.

            "They're beautiful kits," Mosspaw said.

            "Thank you," Wavestorm smiled. This seemed to be more of a natural smile, not the ones that Mosspaw had seen that looked as if they were fake and she was just hiding the pain.

            Mosspaw gave a good-bye to Reedkit and his siblings who would be apprentices in a few days and checked up on Fuzzykit and Marshmallowkit. The two white-furred siblings were much now active and were adorable as well.

            As Mosspaw exited, he saw Ashclaw and Cindertail looking at him again. Turning away quickly, he padded back over to Fernpaw.

            "Why are Ashclaw and Cindertail always looking at me?" Mosspaw asked.

            "Dunno. Maybe your half-siblings want to talk to you or something," Fernpaw spoke.

            "H-half-siblings?" Mosspaw asked. He stiffened and shook. What? No. They couldn't have been his half siblings. There was no way. He was Skycloud's only kit.

            "Yeah you know, Skycloud's other kits. I've heard Smokestar talk about it before."

            Mosspaw was in shock. No, this wasn't happening.

            "Over here, Fernpaw!" Tawnypaw yelled from the medicine cat den.

            "Oh, got to go. Just talk to Ashclaw and Cindertail," Fernpaw said, leaving him behind.

            With as much might as he could, Mosspaw slowly marched forward until he stood close to the two siblings.

            "H-hi," he said, barely audible.

            "Oh look, it's Mosspaw," Ashclaw rolled his eyes.

            "I didn't know you guys were my half-siblings," Mosspaw spoke.

            "You liar! You did know! You got the good life! We—" Ashclaw was cut off by Cindertail.

            "Stop it, Ashclaw. He's telling the truth, poor little guy. You didn't know Skycloud had another mate and kits?"

            "No...I thought I was her only kit," Mosspaw said.

            "That's what we thought too," Ashclaw snapped.

            "Huh? What do you mean?" Mosspaw asked.

            "Skycloud ditched us and started a new family!" Ashclaw spat.

            "No!" Mosspaw hissed, anger bubbling throughout him. "My father was killed by a rogue and that rogue captured us! And he wouldn't let us go! And then when he did, my mother knew she loved the rogue and brought me back! She never wanted to leave you! She told me to tell you that she was sorry."

            "What? Is that all true?" Cindertail asked.

            Mosspaw nodded and he felt as if he were about to cry. "Can you tell me your story now?"

            "Why should we?" Ashclaw groaned.

            Cindertail ignored her brother. "Our mother fell in love with a tom named Blacktail, but he died shortly before our birth. We were born and our mother met Mossclaw and fell in love with him. That's when she left."

            "Your story sounds like mine," Mosspaw said. "I'm sorry your life was bad too." And with that he scurried off, scarred from all the information he heard.

            He ran into the woods, grief and sorrow tearing him apart. How could his mother never tell him this? Why couldn't she tell him that he had half-siblings? Why couldn't she tell him why they glared at him? He didn't understand!

            He sat in the woods, staring at the twigs on the forest floor. A single tear dripped down and coated them. Why? Why had she lied to him? He had more family! But they hated him.

            He sighed and slowly paced around then sat again, dropping down onto the forest floor, resting his head on his paws.

            He sat for awhile, sad and depressed.

            After awhile, he heard footsteps and the cracking of branches. Mosspaw pricked his ears, looking around for the unknown noises.

            "Hello?" he groaned.

            "Mosspaw? What are you doing out here?!" Fernpaw asked.

            "Fernpaw? Why-why are you here?"

            "Because I saw you run off. What happened?"

            "I-everything happened. I didn't know I had half-siblings and they seemed like they hated me...My life is terrible, Fernpaw," Mosspaw whimpered.

            "No, it's not. You'll make new friends. I'm your friend," Fernpaw said.

            "Really? I thought you were just being nice to me."

            Fernpaw laughed. "Of course not. I know a good friend when I see one. Come on, let's head back."

            "I don't know. I don't really want to," Mosspaw sighed.

            "You want to stay out here after traveling in these woods a few days ago?" Fernpaw asked.

            "No, not really," Mosspaw laughed. He rose to his feet. "Thanks, Fernpaw."

            "Anytime," Fernpaw purred.

            The two walked back, side by side, entwining their tails with each other. Mosspaw finally had found a friend.