Heatherwing had left the nursery since Poppykit and Strikekit had become apprentices. Snowkit was relieved. The she-cat had been mean and rude the whole time Snowkit had known her.

As for her, Snowkit hadn't recovered from seeing the ginger tom die. She relived it every night, seeing the tom die again and again. Every time she tried to move her legs to save him, they were stuck, so she couldn't help the tom.

Snowfeather had to comfort her kit each night, telling her it was just a dream and that she was alright. But Snowkit wasn't alright anymore. She was scarred. Who knew how long the dreams would last? They had lasted a moon and a half. How much longer would they last?

Snowkit groaned as she opened her eyes. The sunlight lit up the den. Flightkit and Icekit were already gone, probably with Whiteclaw. Whiteclaw loved the two very much, not caring about Snowkit at all.

"Good morning," Snowfeather said.

"Morning," Snowkit grumbled.

Snowkit sighed as she stretched. It had been another night of non-stop nightmares. This time the ginger tom had a name. His name had been Flick in the dream, yet Snowkit doubted it was his real name.

"I couldn't help him," Snowkit whispered.

"Are you still thinking about the ceremony?" Snowfeather asked. "You're four and a half moons, Snowkit. Try to forget."

"I can't forget, Mommy." Snowkit began to pace around the empty nursery. "Everytime I try to, it just comes back. It's stuck in my head forever."

"Sweetie, you need to forget. It's driving you insane. I don't want to see my little kit go insane," Snowfeather laughed.

Snowkit laughed too, rubbing her pelt against her mother's. Snowkit looked up as Briarstorm walked into the nursery.

She was another tough she-cat, one of the strongest in the clan. Her mate was Redpool, Shadowstar's son. Shadowstar only had one son, so he favored Redpool above all warriors. Redpool was only a kit when Shadowstar assigned a new deputy, so he was forced to assign Whiteclaw. If Whiteclaw had died now, Shadowstar would surely assign Redpool as the deputy.

"Can I help you with something, Briarstorm?" Snowfeather asked.

Briarstorm growled. She turned to face Snowfeather, revealing the pale scars that stood out against her black pelt.

"Yes, stupid she-cat," Briarstorm hissed. "I'm expecting Redpool's kits which means I'll be in the nursery now. I'll be moving in the nursery in a few sunrises. I want my nest properly made. No soggy nests! I want my kits to have the best!"

Snowfeather was about to speak when Snowkit stood up. "Don't talk to my Mommy that way!"

"Snowkit," Snowfeather said, pushing her daughter aside. "Of course, Briarstorm. I'll have your nest ready by then. Is there anything else you need?"

Briarstorm growled. "Make that pathetic kit of yours shut up."

"I'm terribly sorry," Snowfeather said as Briarstorm exited the den.

Snowfeather turned to Snowkit. Snowkit shrunk down, trying not to make eye contact with her mother.

"Snowkit, don't talk to the warriors that way! They could easily just exile you right now. I don't want to see you all alone in the woods," Snowfeather said. "I don't like being talked to that way, but if I do protest, they'll exile me too. I'll have to leave the clan."

"Leave the clan? That's harsh," Snowkit said.

"BloodClan is harsh. Please, keep your mouth shut from now on. Briarstorm will be moving in the nursery in a few sunrises. We have to be kind to her," Snowfeather said.

"Fine," Snowkit groaned.

Snowfeather left the den to retrieve some moss for Briarstorm's nest. It would take a few days to make the nest perfect, so Snowfeather had to get started immediately.

In the meantime, Snowkit sat in her mother's nest, bored out of her mind. What would she do? She couldn't leave the nursery. She would be punished, plus, she didn't want to see a cat murdered again.

Snowkit crumbled some of Flightkit's nest into a ball. Snowkit bounced it at the wall, causing it to return to Snowkit.

Snowkit smiled, continually throwing it at the wall, letting it return to her. Snowkit picked up the moss ball in her mouth and set it down, taking a small rest before throwing again.

Snowkit grabbed the moss again, about to throw it, when her siblings walked into the nursery.

"My nest!" Flightkit hissed.

Snowkit dropped the moss ball. "I was bored and--." She didn't have time to finish when Flightkit knocked the moss out of her mouth.

"This is from my nest! I get your nest!" he hissed.

"I don't have a nest!" Snowkit growled. "You two took mine apart a few sunrises ago and added it to your own."

"Then go find moss," Icekit hissed.

"No, Icekit. You're not the boss of me," Snowkit hissed. "Take this!" She threw the moss ball at Icekit.

Icekit screeched as it hit her face.

"Leave her alone!" Flightkit hissed. "We aren't afraid to attack you again!"

Snowkit gasped as Whiteclaw entered the den. "Snowkit, why don't we go on a walk? Just you and me."

Snowkit turned to her siblings. They had angry expressions on their faces. It probably wasn't a good idea to stay.

"Sure," Snowkit mumbled, following after her father.

"You need to stop stealing your siblings' moss," Whiteclaw explained.

"I'm not stealing it, Daddy. They are stealing it from me," Snowkit said.

"I'm taking you into the forest to collect that extra moss for Flightkit's nest. Do you understand?" Whiteclaw growled.

"Yes," Snowkit mewed quietly.

Her father led her into the forest. Snowkit quickly realized she had never been in the forest before. This was the first time she had ever set foot outside camp.

"Wow! The forest is huge!"

"Get the moss!" Whiteclaw hissed, not caring about his daughter's first visit to the forest.

Snowkit sadly padded away. Her father didn't care about her at all. He just cared about Flightkit and Icekit.

Snowkit continued padding through the forest, her father no longer behind her. Snowkit shrugged and began to retrieve some moss nearby. Snowkit felt the moss. It was very damp and wet. Snowkit let out a smile. Flightkit deserved this kind of moss. Ripping a piece, Snowkit grabbed the moss in her mouth.

She glanced around, noticing no cat. "Whiteclaw?"

Her father didn't show himself at all. Snowkit screeched as a large yowl came from the bush. Whiteclaw leapt out, knocking Snowkit over.

"What was that for?!" Snowkit asked.

"You always need to be prepared if a cat attacks you," he said. Whiteclaw suddenly noticed the moss. He put his paw down, feeling it. "YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE YOUR BROTHER THIS MOSS?!"

"Well, I--," she was cut off as Snowfeather spoke.

"Snowkit? Whiteclaw? What are you doing in the forest?" Snowfeather asked, coming out of a bush. She was holding a large amount of moss for Briarstorm's nest.

"Snowkit stole moss from Flightkit's nest. I was taking her into the forest to get more, but she refuses to give her brother good moss," Whiteclaw proclaimed.

"That's because it's her moss that she stole back," Snowfeather said. "Honestly Whiteclaw, don't you have patrols to do? I'll take Snowkit back."

"Alright. Good-bye. Love you," Whiteclaw said.

"I love you too," Snowfeather said. She turned to Snowkit. "What did you do?"

"I was bored, so I took some of Flightkit's nest and made it into a ball, so I could throw it at the den. Then they yelled at me. I threw the moss at Icekit and Whiteclaw took me into the woods..."

Snowfeather sighed. "Will you please stop getting into fights with your siblings?"

"They fight every day, Mommy! You do nothing to stop them!" Snowkit complained.

"I don't stop them because they'll be tough warriors. As for you, Snowkit, the clan is annoyed with you. I don't want to see you getting exiled for a stupid reason. Please, Snowkit. I just ask for you to behave. That's all I want. Promise me you will?"

Snowkit sighed. "I promise."

Snowfeather smiled. "That's a good girl. Climb onto my back. I'll walk you home."

Snowkit smiled. She climbed onto her mother's back, feeling indulged by her mother's soft, thick white fur. She smiled as she rode back to camp. She didn't know why she was smiling though.