Bugeater was sleeping peacefully in his soft cloth bed, when a group of cats suddenly came bursting through the cat flap.

"AH!" he screeched, falling out of his bed.

"You've got to help us!" one of the cats, a white she-cat, exclaimed.

"We're all going to die!" a dark brown tom with a short tail wailed.

Bugeater groaned, and shook his head, trying to clear out the sleepiness of fog.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?" he demanded.

"I'm Barkface, the WindClan medicine cat," the short tailed tom explained.

"Wha?" Bugeater asked, feeling completely confused, what was this WindClan? What was a medicine cat? Were they like a vet?

"I'm Whitetail, I'm a WindClan queen," the white she-cat meowed.

"Hello your majesty," Bugeater bowed, knowing that it'd be rude if he didn't, and that she'd probably be-head him or something.

Instead of sticking out her paw for him to lick, she just looked confused.

"I'm Crowfeather, not that it matters, no one loves me," a dark, smoky grey tom meowed, all emoily in the corner.

"I'm Ashfoot, I'm Crowfeather's mother," a grey she-cat meowed.

"So, what do you want from me?" Bugeater asked in a bored tone.

"We are the Onewhisker protection squad, he is soon to be our leader, but this evil cat is going to try to take it from him!" Barkface exclaimed.

"Yes, we just lost him and his gang in a dark alley!" Ashfoot meowed.

At that moment, the door burst open, and a group of cats, wearing bandannas made out of leaves, and shutter shades made out of twigs, came strolling in.

"That's them!" Whitetail shrieked.

"What are you doing in a two-leg den?" the cat at the head growled, Bugeater guessed that he was the leader.

"Yeah, are you going to be kittypets now?" a dark grey tabby tom sneered.

"We'll never be kittypets!" Crowfeather spat.

"Can we go home? I have to make dirt," a grey tabby tom, with a torn ear, meowed.

"Shut up Tornear," the dark grey tabby tom muttered.

The leader of the gang slapped him, claws sheathed.

"Don't tell my brother to shut up!"

He then turned to the grey tabby.

"Shut up Tornear."

"But-"

"No buts, we've come here for one thing and one thing only," the leader started pacing around the room, coming to a stop in front of Barkface.

"Oh wise medicine cat of WindClan, you seem to have all the answers, where is Onewhisker hiding?"

"I'm not telling you!" the medicine cat exclaimed, "You're evil!"

"I'm not evil! You're the one who is evil, you are brothers with my father, and you take the side of some mousebrain over me!" the gang leader threw back his head, and started wailing, while stomping his paws, like some kit throwing a tantrum.

"That's enough of that Mudclaw, you are an old cat, stop acting like a kit," Barkface meowed uneasily, looking totally embarrassed.

"But you like Onewhisker more than meeee, even though he's not part of our familyyyy," Mudclaw wailed, sounding exactly like this kid Cartman, from this show called South Park, that Bugeater's twolegs liked to watch.

"All of the clan members are our family," Barkface meowed.

Mudclaw lashed his tail, and let out a huff, coming to pout beside Crowfeather in the corner.

"Do you really not remember anything that happened?" Tornear asked Bugeater.

The black and white tom shook his head.

"Um, no, I just know that a bunch of weird cats are in my house!"

"Nooo!" Mudclaw wailed, "How will we save WindClan from the evil Onestar now?"

All of the suddenly, a large brown tom burst through the door, followed by a dark brown tom, a grey tabby she-cat, a brown she-cat, and like twenty other cats.

"Have no fear! Stagleap is here!" the large brown tom meowed, puffing out his chest. He then turned to Bugeater.

"Mudclaw is right, we must defeat the evil Onestar!"

The dark brown tom rubbed his paws together.

"Yeah! He's like 75 percent tunneler, we can't have THOSE cats leading WindClan!"

"Hey!" a pale ginger tom yowled from outside the window.

"What are you doing Sandgorse? Just come through the entrance like the rest of us did!" the grey tabby she-cat exclaimed.

"No Ryestalk, I am going to dig my way inside!"

"Good luck with that," Bugeater muttered, rolling his eyes, knowing there was no way the ginger tom could dig through the foundation of the house.

"He has back up!" a dark ginger she-cat meowed, she was also outside.

"Yeah!" a brown tom, who was outside as well, exclaimed.

"Wait a mouse-tail," Mudclaw growled, coming out of his corner to glare at everyone.

"What are you all doing here? You're dead!"

"Well, remember how that one cat," Ryestalk flicked her tail over at Bugeater, and he narrowed his eyes at her, he never did anything! He never even left his house!

"Remember how he kept bringing you back to life, and more cats ended coming back to life?"

"That's impossible!" Bugeater wailed.

"It may seem like that, because Yellerfang erased your memory, but we will help you get it back, if you help us defeat Onestar," Stagleap meowed.

"NEVER! ONESTAR FOREVER!" Whitetail wailed.

"Yeah, why are you against your own son anyway?" Ashfoot hissed.

"Oh, like your side really knows about family," the dark brown tom spat, glaring at Barkface.

Bugeater looked from one group to the other, which side should he take?