Snowfeather stood in complete awe. It felt as if she would never be able to move her feet again, actually. She had just discovered so much in the past few minutes.

            She let out a cry, then slumped to the ground. Her mother, her brilliant mother, was dead, for she had died under Moonstar's reign. Snowfeather wanted to kill Moonstar if she ever found her. Although Snowfeather knew MoonClan had been defeated, she was unaware if Moonstar had died.

            But then, Snowfeather was confused. If her mother had not died that night so long ago in the woods, why had she left Snowfeather all alone? Then Snowfeather stopped. Why had she not realized it all along?

            Her mother and father's arguments with Blackstar, her mother's horrified face, the word "exile". It all made sense. Snowfeather had been exiled at four and a half moons from BloodClan. That's why her mother left her. Still, Snowfeather didn't understand why her mother couldn't have left BloodClan as well and stayed with her.

            Snowfeather sighed, tracing her paw in the dirt. Her mother cared too much about Whiteclaw, Flightkit, and Icekit, or better now known as Bone, Tooth, and Ice. Snowfeather would find them though. She would.

            She decided to stay one more night in her camp before she went on her journey to find MoonClan. She needed rest, and she wasn't completely sure about how to use her powers yet.

            It seemed confusing, the mist. Snowfeather concentrated, thinking about the cool brush of mist that would spread over the forest. Opening her eyes, Snowfeather realized she was mist again, lightly flowing over the camp.

            Snowfeather began to panic now, thinking of herself as a cat again, though when she opened her eyes, she was still mist.

            "Oh no," she cried. "This isn't good."

            She kept thinking about her soft, white paws and pointed ears. Her whiskers and ocean blue eyes.

            She was relieved to see paws this time touching the bottom of the forest. She had to learn how to control this better. She couldn't show this to any cat either. They might've thought the Dark Forest did this to her, or some cats might've thought she was a StarClan cat. Snowfeather had to keep her power a secret though.

            Snowfeather now wondered about her family. Did Ice have a mate and kits? What about Tooth? And Bone, her father? Did he even care that his mate was now dead? Snowfeather was unsure.

            Snowfeather sighed, crawling into the small log. She curled her feathery tail around her nose, though it took awhile for sleep to come. She was terribly confused, and though StarClan had not told her a lot, she knew they hadn't told her all.

            Closing her blue eyes, she breathed in deeply, falling asleep.

Snowfeather awoke to early morning, hearing the familiar sound of birds chirping. She got out of her log, knowing it would be the last time she ever slept in it.

            She decided to eat something to keep her energy up today. She would be traveling for quite awhile to reach MoonClan, and she needed to keep her strength up.

            She found a rabbit quickly, eating it for breakfast. She then got a drink of water from the stream, lapping at the water lightly.

            After her meal was done, she gazed at the forest. This place had been home to her for a little over six moons, and she had been here longer than any other place she had lived. She knew, though, that she could not stay. Her family was more important than the forest that she had lived peacefully in.

            "I'm coming," she said loudly, beginning to run off into the woods.

            She first entered the meadow, seeing the trees that laid beyond. She had not gotten here this way, for she had crossed the stream instead, coming from an entirely different part of the woods. Now, she would walk towards the trees beyond the meadow.

            Taking a deep breath in, she walked calmly through the meadow, the sun shining down on her back, warming her up a little. It was green-leaf now, and she knew this was the perfect time to search for her family. With a plentiful amount of prey and water, it would be easy travel.

            As she got to the end of the meadow, she looked back at her forest, sighing. She then turned around, marching into the trees ahead. Now, she had to find MoonClan.

            She had never been in these woods before, though they smelled somewhat similar to the others. Less light shined through the trees, but it did not scare Snowfeather just yet.

            She walked across the forest floor, gazing around the woods that she had entered. She pricked her ears, hearing the trickle of a creek, though she continued walking, knowing this was no time to make any rest stops.

            Her family needed her, and Snowfeather had to protect them. Sure, she was a small runt of her family, but she knew how to fight, and she would die for her family, though she wasn't sure if they would do the same for her.

            Suddenly, she heard a twig snap. She turned around, seeing nothing. Her heart began to race faster, and she picked up her pace a little, hearing the crack of branch.

            "Who's there?!" Snowfeather hissed, turning around. She gasped, seeing the same Dark Forest she-cat from not too long ago glaring at her. "Who-who are you?!"

            The she-cat laughed a little, padding near Snowfeather. Snowfeather backed away from the she-cat, unsheathing her claws. "Oh, dear, I'm not here to fight," she spoke.

            The she-cat still spoke maliciously though, and Snowfeather continued to back away from her. "No, you're here to kill me, aren't you?"

            The she-cat laughed louder this time. "Not even that!" she laughed. "I'm Pouncestar, an ancient BloodClan leader."

            Snowfeather thought back to Lightningstar. Did she come for the same reason?

            "Yeah, why do I care?!" Snowfeather hissed.

            "Your clan needs you, Snowfeather. Even though your father assigned Briarstorm as deputy, she is dying, for she only has one life."

            "But she's leader," Snowfeather spoke, relaxing a little.

            "Yes, but Briarstorm, Briarstar, excuse me, only can have one life. Since Bone did not use all his, she was only given the amount of lives he lost, which was none, so she only has one life. Your father has only lost three lives now, so that is how much the next cat will receive. Return to BloodClan, Snowfeather."

            "No!" Snowfeather spat. "Why should I?"

            "What if your family has returned there? What if this journey is a lost cause?" Pouncestar spoke, circling Snowfeather.

            "You're a Dark Forest cat! I don't trust you!" Snowfeather spat, launching at the she-cat. Pouncestar vanished though, reappearing behind Snowfeather. "I hear you were given a power. Maybe you could trade it for something bigger, like a Dark Forest power?"

            "NO!" Snowfeather growled, realizing she was beginning to turn into mist. She quickly thought of herself as a cat again, the mist fading.

            "Fascinating," Pouncestar laughed. "Keep what I said in mind, Snowfeather," she laughed, fading.

            Snowfeather was relieved as she left. She sheathed her claws, beginning to run through the forest. She did not want to run into any more Dark Forest ancient BloodClan leaders. Did any BloodClan leader go to StarClan? she thought. It was a silly thought. If BloodClan had always acted vicious, no BloodClan leader would go to StarClan.

            After running for awhile, Snowfeather slowed down, beginning to walk again. She caught her breath, slowly padding through the unfamiliar forest. Were there any clans nearby? She didn't know. It seemed no cat lived here, so she was unsure.

            As she continued to journey throughout the day, she began to get hungry. She searched the woods, finding a lone squirrel. She pounced quickly, killing it. She ate the squirrel slowly, keeping her ears pricked for any cats or predators nearby.

            After finishing her squirrel, she continued on her journey. But the sun soon began to set, and she knew she had to find some place to sleep for the night.

            She looked for rocks, caves, a log even, but found nothing. The only thing she found was a very small clearing, big enough to fit a fox. She then laid down in it, wishing Bear was here to keep her warm.

            She suddenly stopped. Bear? What was she thinking? Why had he just popped into her mind? Maybe she thought she would find him, though she'd probably strangle him. She shook her head, knowing only her family mattered now, not a mate or kits.

            Yawning, she rested her head on her paws, though it took awhile for sleep to come to her. She was afraid another Dark Forest cat would pop out of the bushes, or maybe a bunch of angry rogues.

            Finally, though, the forest was silent, and she fell asleep.