They had slept in some bushes that night, feeling one of the first warm nights of green-leaf. Mosskit had slept wonderful, no nightmares. He suddenly felt a poking in his side.

            "Haha! I woke up first!" Snakekit said, poking Mosskit.

            Mosskit groaned. "No! I was waking up so early! Fine, you were up first," he said, rising up from the bushes and creeping out so his pelt wasn't coated in leaves. He didn't want to wash his pelt off again, not after what happened the previous day at Moonpool.

            "Where's Ginger?" Mosskit asked.

            "She's not here...again," Snakekit said.

            "Snakekit, she's probably just getting prey! Stop it with your generalizations," Mosskit said.

            "Alright, alright," Snakekit replied, rolling her eyes. "But something weird is going on."

            Mosskit shook his head and rolled his eyes. Why did she think Ginger was doing something every morning? She was getting prey for them, nothing more!

            Before Mosskit could say anything else, Ginger padded to them with two mice.

            "It's not much," she rasped. "But, it'll do."

            Mosskit took the larger mouse, biting into it and quickly devouring it. Snakekit however ate is slowly, obviously trying to savor the delicious mouse.

            "So, where are we going today?" Snakekit asked.

            "We'll be nearing the SnowClan forest today," Ginger explained. "We'll stop at the edge of the forest, spend the night there, and continue. We only have about three more days left."

            "Wow," Mosskit said. "It flew by so fast..."

            "Not really," Snakekit said.

            After the two had finished their meal, they padded after Ginger into the the woods, ready to continue their journey to their home.

            "I can't wait to see Petalnose and Cloudfur! I want to see if those kits are still there too! I can't believe we're so close!" Mosskit gasped. "Finally the truth with unveil."

            "Yeah," Snakekit sighed.

            "Why are you sad?" Mosskit asked.

            Snakekit quickly jerked back to her old self. "Sad? I'm not sad...I was uh...I'm not sad!"

            "Alright then," Mosskit said, continuing to pad through the dim-lit forest.

            "Now when we do near the SnowClan forest," Ginger explained. "You all must be very careful. There will be cats nearby. Don't make too much noise. In fact, I wouldn't make much noise now. There might be clans nearby too."

            "Alright," Snakekit and Mosskit said in unison.

            Mosskit felt his stomach growling. The mouse had not filled his stomach, and he still had an appetite.

            "Are you hungry?" whispered Mosskit to Snakekit.

            "No, not really," Snakekit whispered back.

            "Well I am. I'm going to catch something," Mosskit announced.

            Ginger turned her head. "But we're on a schedule! Can't you wait?"

            "I'll come with him," Snakekit said.

            "I'll make it quick," Mosskit promised.

            "Fine," Ginger groaned.

            Mosskit padded deeper into the forest with Snakekit, ready to catch something. He sniffed, seeing a mouse chewing on something. He leapt, catching the mouse in his paws and killing it.

            "Alright, we can go," Mosskit said. He looked around, but saw no Snakekit. "Snakekit?"

            "SNAKE! SNAKE!" A sudden yowl came from Snakekit.

            Mosskit leapt to her, coming face to face with a large adder. "J-just back up s-slowly," Mosskit said. "Then..RUN!"

            The two leapt, the snake following after them, almost striking Mosskit in the heel.

            "HELP!" Mosskit yowled.

            A sudden flash came and Mosskit turned. The snake was gone. How was that even possible?

            "Ginger, there was a snake!" Snakekit gasped, panting heavily.

            "Are you two alright?" Ginger asked.

            Mosskit nodded. "I left my mouse on the ground though back there..."

            "We'll just have to get you some prey later," Ginger said.

            "STOP! WHO GOES THERE?!" A sudden yowl came.

            Mosskit turned around to see three cats staring down at them. One was a black she-cat, her eyes a deep amber. The other was a tan-colored she-cat, her eyes blue. The last, the one who had spoken, was a thick-furred brown tabby tom.

            "I said 'who goes there'?!" the tom hissed.

            "We don't mean any harm," Ginger explained. "We're traveling to a clan and we're just passing through."

            "They're probably rogues in disguise!" the black she-cat hissed.

            "We're not rogues!" Snakekit growled. "I'm Snakekit, and this is my friend, Mosskit!"

            "Snakekit," the tan she-cat laughed. "What did your mother hate you or something?"

            Snakekit growled. "Yes..."

            All three laughed.

            "Leave her alone!" Mosskit hissed.

            Ginger pushed him aside. "Now look here you stupid kittypets."

            "We are not kittypets!" the brown tom hissed.

            "I don't care who you are," Ginger hissed. "We're traveling to SnowClan and we're just passing through. Leave us alone..."

            "No," the black she-cat hissed.

            Ginger leapt at the she-cat pinning her down. The tom and tan she-cat leapt on Ginger, but Ginger tossed them off. "Let us pass," Ginger whispered.

            The black she-cat nodded and scurried off with the other two cats.

            "What's the matter with them?" Mosskit asked.

            Snakekit stood, sitting down and gazing at the ground. Obviously the comment they had made about her name had hurt her.

            "Snakekit, what's the matter?" Mosskit asked.

            "My name!" she hissed. "What if...what if other cats make fun of my name like that?"

            "Those were stupid clan cats," Ginger reassured her. "No SnowClan cat will do that to you."

            "What about kittypets?" she whispered, barely audible/

            "Kittypets?"

            "Nevermind," Snakekit said. "Can we go now?"

            Ginger nodded, leading them away from the spot they had been standing in.

            For the remainder of the day, no one spoke. The remarks the cats had made had silenced them, and they refused to speak.

            As the sun set and night fell, Ginger stopped. "We're here! We're at the SnowClan forest!"

            "YAY!" Snakekit squeaked, bouncing up and down.

            Mosskit did the same.

            "We'll sleep now. You can sleep in all you want! We'll cross that large hill tomorrow that leads us to the clans. Now make yourself comfy," Ginger said.

            Mosskit laid down in the grass, smiling. He would be home soon...