This is Sandpaw's point of view regarding when Firestar, then Rusty, first came to the forest.

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You may have heard of me. You probably think of me as just another ThunderClan warrior. As Firestar's mate. As Leafpool's and Squirrelflight's mother. As Hollypaw's, Jaypaw's, and Lionpaw's grandmother. But I am a whole lot more than that. I am Sandstorm, and I know that just as sure as I know the smell of a mouse, the soft touch of the wind, the stink of a ShadowClan patrol. And I was once Sandpaw, and this is my story.

It all started when Bluestar, Lionheart, and Greypaw found that kittypet on our territory. Rusty, he was called. The first time I saw him, I admired his bright red pelt, his fierce determination. And I have to say, hewas a good fighter. Well, for a kittypet.

And that's what he was: a kittypet, to be sent away, and killed if he ever returned. At the time, that's what I thought. He was complicating my life, and I hated him for it.

I was as sure of my future as I have ever been. Dustpaw and I were meant for each other. Dustpaw was strong—that was one thing I admired—and he was loyal. He protected his Clan as a new apprentice as well as he could; he gave it all his heart, as he does now. And he loved me. At the time, I thought I loved him, too. I thought we would grow up and be mates and have kits and live perfectly normal lives. But when that kittypet joined ThunderClan and became Firepaw, everything began to change.

It started with Dustpaw. I was the first, and only, cat to notice the change. He treated Firepaw with such hostility that you could have easily mistaken him for a ShadowClan cat. He told me that a kittypet did not belong in ThunderClan. If it had been Greypaw telling me that, I would have sneered at him and welcomed Firepaw like any Clan-born cat. But it was not Greypaw. It was Dustpaw.

And so I treated him like what Dustpaw, and therefore I, too, believed he was. A kittypet.

But when he and Greypaw went to Highstones, and then became warriors, before Dustpaw and I, I began to see through a new pair of eyes. Everything was different: Dustpaw Fireheart, even Greystripe, appeared changed. I now saw Dustpaw as a brother. I loved him, but I knew that we could never be mates. I admired his strength, his skills, his tenderness towards me. Yet there was one thing he lacked, and that was what Fireheart had most of.

Fireheart had been named well, and I understood perfectly why Bluestar chose Fireheart over, say, Firepelt. While he was a good hunter, and a good fighter, a strong all-around warrior, the thing that stood out most was his heart, his spirit. Before, I had always thought of him as a kittypet. But when I began to realize exactly what Dustpaw meant to me, I also realized what Fireheart was. He was no longer a kittypet. He was a ThunderClan warrior, and I loved him.

Whatever I mean to you, remember one thing. Lock it not in your mind, but in your heart. For that is where it is in me, where it will always be. I am Firestar's mate, Leafpool's and Squirrelflight's mother, Jaypaw's, Lionpaw's, and Hollypaw's grandmother. That is what my head tells me.

But that is not who I am.

My heart tells me this, and I believe it:

I am Sandstorm.

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