"I passed?" Snowpaw gasped.

            Silverwhisker and Stonecloud nodded, and Snowpaw couldn't help but bounce up and down in excitement. She couldn't believe it! She was going to be a warrior!

            The two quickly padded back towards the camp where Snowpaw would receive her warrior name, where she would continue off on her own, where she would become independent.

            As they headed back to camp, everything seemed entirely different. This might be the last night that Snowpaw would spend in the forest. It might now. Snowpaw wasn't sure. It was only the afternoon now, and she knew that evening would come upon them soon.

            She watched as Stonecloud padded up the small rock in the camp. Snowpaw remembered when she had become an apprentice on that rock. She missed those days.

            "Snowpaw, please come up," Stonecloud said.

            Smiling, Snowpaw began to walk up the rock, though it seemed much smaller than when she was becoming an apprentice.

            "Snowpaw, you've been through a lot, and StarClan has been there to help you. For moons, we've trained you to become the best warrior you can be, and both Silverwhisker and I are very proud of you. I call upon my warrior ancestors to look upon this apprentice. She has trained hard to follow your ways, and in return, I shall make her a warrior. Snowpaw, from this day forward, you shall be called—"

            "Wait!" Snowpaw screeched.

            Stonecloud suddenly stopped. "What?"

            "Do you mind if I choose my own warrior name?"

            Stonecloud gazed at Silverwhisker in confusion. Snowpaw watched as Silverwhisker gave a nod. Stonecloud then turned back to Snowpaw. "Very well," she spoke.

            "I would like to be called Snowfeather, in honor of my mother."

            Stonecloud nodded. "Very well. From this day forward, you shall be called Snowfeather in honor of the mother who guarded and protected you as a kit."

            This time, it sounded like all of StarClan was cheering her name instead of just Stonecloud and Silverwhisker. "SNOWFEATHER! SNOWFEATHER!" they cheered.

            Snowfeather smiled, stepping down from the rock. Was this where they would say their good-bye's now? She wasn't sure.

            "Are you leaving now?" Snowfeather asked.

            Stonecloud and Silverwhisker exchanged glances. "No, not yet. We have to present some things to you first."

            "About what?" Snowfeather asked.

            "Your family," Silverwhisker spoke.

            Snowfeather stiffened. She had waited moons for this, but now she was scared about what they would say. "What has happened to my family?"

            "Perhaps, you should watch instead," Silverwhisker spoke. "Follow us to the pool in which you watch all the events that have taken place."

            Snowfeather nodded, following the two StarClan cats back into the forest where they came to a pool that Snowfeather had never even noticed in the forest.

            "Look inside," Stonecloud spoke. "We will only show you all that is necessary."

            Snowfeather gulped and nodded, glancing into the water. An image soon came into view of her father, Whiteclaw. He padded into the forest, the medicine cat apprentice, Tinypaw, padding next to him.

            She must've become the medicine cat, Snowfeather guessed, seeing that the she-cat had grown some.

            "How much longer, Tinyblaze?" Whiteclaw asked.

            "It is a longer walk, Whitestar. You've already gone to the stone that gives you your lives, now have patience as you return. The clan will not be expecting you until tomorrow."

            Whitestar groaned. "I don't want to wait," he growled.

            Such stubbornness, Snowfeather thought. She remembered that of her father.

            As they walked, leaves flew up in the air, and it was as if there was a hissing noise. All Snowfeather could spot were bright red eyes.

            "I hear something," Whitestar spat.

            Tinyblaze stopped. "What? What do you hear?"

            Suddenly, a thin, silver-blue she-cat padded forward, her eyes a bright green. Tinyblaze crouched down, afraid of the she-cat who looked malicious.

            "What? What do you want?!" Whitestar spat.

            The she-cat gazed at the tom. "My name is Moonstar."

            "How did you find us?" Whitestar growled. "No one has ever found BloodClan before. Tinyblaze, seize her. Poppypaw and Strikepaw are becoming warriors soon, aren't they? This could be a good offering."

            Tinyblaze padded towards her, though Moonstar leapt over her. Snowfeather realized how evil this she-cat was. Suddenly, she realized that this was Silverwhisker's kit, Moonstar! This was the murderous she-cat!

            Snowfeather wished she could've been there to warn her father, but all she could do was watch.

            "Perhaps, we can work out a day," she purred. "You're obviously the new leader, are you not?"

            "I am," Whitestar growled. "Scram before I murder you."

            "That won't be necessary," she laughed, pinning the tom down. She lightly traced a claw over his throat. "It would be a shame to kill the leader of such a good clan, wouldn't it?"

            "Who are you?" Whitestar hissed.

            Snowfeather didn't want to look. She didn't want to see Moonstar murder her father.

            "I've told you already. I'm Moonstar, leader of MoonClan," she hissed, her eyes glowing that familiar red that Silverwhisker had described. "We're growing a clan, and we're planning to kill out two clans and take over a large forest. We're in need of members."

            "I've told you already, she-cat!" Whitestar hissed, attempting to throw her off. "I already own this forest."

            Moonstar brought her claws down closer to Whitestar's throat. "Yes, maybe. Do you have a family? Maybe they could join as well. You could be my trustful deputy, perhaps."

            "Deputy?" Whitestar asked.

            "Yes, a great idea!" Moonstar spoke. "And you could rule the forest with me."

            "No," Snowfeather breathed. She could tell her father was finding this deal interesting.

            "Alright, I'll be your deputy. If you could please get off of me," Whitestar spoke.

            Moonstar got off of the tom. "Meet me back here tomorrow night with your family. Then you can come to the clan, perhaps."

            "Yes," Whitestar spoke. "I shall."

            "Whitestar, sir! You're already running a clan," Tinyblaze spoke.

            "Quiet, medicine cat," Whitestar hissed.

            The water rippled, showing another scene of Whitestar on top of the familiar rock in BloodClan, gazing down at the bloodthirsty cats. Snowfeather noticed Pollenkit among them, but he looked like an apprentice now.

            "CATS OF BLOODCLAN! I AM LEAVING THIS CLAN!"

            Mrrowls of disagreement arose from the crowd. Snowfeather spotted her brother and sister next to Snowfeather, looking down.

            "To MoonClan we will go! And Briarstorm, you shall be the new leader!" he yowled.

            Snowfeather hissed. Briarstorm. The abusing she-cat who had yowled at her mother. Though Snowfeather felt a pang of sorrow for her as she remembered that she had killed Briarstorm's mate.

            The water rippled once more, this time showing Snowfeather's entire family in front of Moonstar as they padded to the camp. Snowfeather wanted to cry. She couldn't believe her family had fallen under the power of Moonstar.

            They arrived in a small camp. There were only a few cats, and Snowfeather heard mews of kits, and saw a muscular brown tabby tom who stared at them.

            "Now, you can change your names if you wish to," Moonstar spoke. "Names such as Flightpaw and Icepaw, well, they aren't that deadly."

            "I'd like to be called Bone," Whitestar spat.

            Flightpaw smiled. "And I want to be called Tooth!"

            No, no, this isn't happening, Snowfeather thought as she watched this.

            Icepaw seemed hesitant about this idea. "I'll just be called Ice." Now Snowfeather looked up, spotting her mother. "I will remain Snowfeather."

            Moonstar seemed displeased with this decision, but she did not say anything about it. The sound of kits mewing became louder, and Snowfeather pricked her ears.

            "Are those kits?" she asked.

            Moonstar nodded. "Four of mine, actually."

            "May I watch them?"

            Moonstar smiled. She seemed to like the idea of this. "Of course." Snowfeather watched as her mother padded into the nursery that held four small kits. Snowfeather could not believe Moonstar had left her kits alone.

            Snowfeather wanted to cry as her mother gently whispered to them, calming the kits down. None of them looked like Moonstar, most of them looking like the brown tabby tom who was most likely Moonstar's mate.

            The scene changed, this time showing more and more members within the MoonClan camp. Tooth and Ice had grown, and Snowfeather noticed Ice talking to an older gray tom who was probably her mate.

            Snowfeather's mother still watched after Moonstar's kits some, but once Snowfeather heard their apprentice names, she was confused. The kits still looked nothing more than three moons. How could Moonstar do that to these kits?

            Snowfeather watched as some MoonClan cats carried in an unconscious black tom, throwing him into an empty den.

            "Perfect. You've captured him," Moonstar laughed.

            Who was this tom? Why did Moonstar capture him? It was unknown. Moonstar gazed down at her four kits. Two seemed excited, though two seemed to be scared of their mother. "Bone, why don't you put Chesnutpaw and Hazelpaw in with Blackpaw?"

            Bone nodded, and the kits screeched as he threw them in the guarded den. Snowfeather watched the face of her mother as she saw this. It was a look of concern and heartbreak.

            The water rippled once more, this time showing Snowfeather's mother help Blackpaw, Chesnutpaw, and Hazelpaw out of the den. She was helping them escape.

            "Go, mother," Snowfeather whispered, proud of her mother.

            There was a yowl that they had escaped, and she watched Moonstar glare at her mother, and suddenly, Snowfeather gulped, afraid of what would happen next.

            The scene changed again, this time showing Snowfeather, Moonstar, and a dark ginger she-cat in the forest. Suddenly, Snowfeather watched as Moonstar and the dark ginger she-cat pounced on her mother.

            "NO!" Snowfeather screeched.

            Snowfeather pawed at the water until the scene vanished, then she looked back up at Stonecloud and Silverwhisker.

            "Your daughter is evil!" Snowfeather screeched at Silverwhisker. "She killed my mother!"

            "I'm sorry, but she is no longer in my control," Silverwhisker spoke.

            "There is still hope, Snowfeather. For your family. The battle is over now. MoonClan has lost. Your father, brother, and sister are all still alive at this moment. Snowfeather, we are going to leave you, but your job is to go to MoonClan and find them."

            "Me? Go to MoonClan? Where do I even start?" Snowfeather asked.

            "You will know. We also have a power to give you, Snowfeather," Stonecloud spoke.

            "Power? What power? I need a power?"

            Stonecloud spoke softly. "With these powers of StarClan, I give you the ability to float as mist to hide from your enemies and to guide you."

            "What the?" Suddenly, a large bit of mist flew over Snowfeather, and when she opened her eyes, she felt the exact same.  

            "Wow!" Silverwhisker gasped.

            "What?" Suddenly, Snowfeather looked down at her paws, though she did not have any. She was mist. She then screeched. "What is this?! How do I turn back?"

            "All you have to do is think," Stonecloud spoke. "Worrying won't help."

            Snowfeather concentrated, feeling her body change slightly. When she looked down this time, she had paws and was back to normal.

            "You can hide from enemies with this, or do anything else with it. You'll need to learn how to control it though," Silverwhisker spoke.

            "Thank you," Snowfeather replied.

            "We must be leaving now," Stonecloud spoke. "Use your powerrs. Find MoonClan."

            "I will," Snowfeather replied. "I really will."

            Silverwhisker and Stonecloud both smiled, then slowly faded, and Snowfeather knew it would be the last time she ever saw the she-cats.

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I wanted to address the concerns that Snowfeather's name will be too confusing since I have received multiple comments about this. The fact that they have the same name is deliberate and is what led me to create this story, so I'm not going to change it. In future chapters, I really do work hard to make sure there is no confusion, always referring to the elder Snowfeather as "mother, her mother, etc." No one seems to comment about this confusion in chapters past this one, so I hope you will trust me here when I say it's not that big of a deal.