It had been nearly a moon since Snowfeather had left RainClan, crossing the treacherous mountains. She had not come face to face with any more lions or tribes, and she guessed it was StarClan who had protected her during that time being.
            Snowfeather was out of the mountains now, back in another dense forest full of different and new scents. She guessed MoonClan was here. After all, that was RainClan's directions.
            She padded through the woods as the sun's golden hues slowly begin to rise above the foothills behind Snowfeather.
            She had awoken bright and early in hopes of finding MoonClan, though she had been searching for a few days now, and she did not know when she would ever find it. It had to be soon though, right?
            She sighed as she dragged her paws with each step. She was tired of walking and searching. She just wanted to find her family and make sure that they were safe. That was all she ever wanted.
            Though she had thought about it several times throughout the journey, she had never come face to face with Bear. He obviously had left in a different direction, and Snowfeather so terribly wanted revenge, but she knew it would not be worth it.
            Bear had screwed up everything. She no longer wanted a mate or kits unless one cat changed her mind, but she knew it would never happen. She knew she could never really trust anyone again.
            Snowfeather pricked her ears, spotting a squirrel race across the pathway that Snowfeather walked upon. Snowfeather leapt, grasping the squirrel in her claws. She killed it quickly, eating it slowly as she gazed around the forest.
            She had to admit, this forest was pretty different. So far several foreign flowers stretched across bushes and trees, and Snowfeather had a hard time identifying plants at times, but she was always able to in the end, thanks to Stonecloud.
            Finishing her squirrel, Snowfeather buried the remains, just in case a patrol came along and found her. She did not want to be held captive again.
            She began walking again, sighing as she heard the chirpings of birds and the sounds of bugs buzzing on the trees. It seemed there were no cats anywhere around here. Had she been lied to all along?
            She picked up her pace, walking faster now through the forest. There were no footsteps nearby, no strange sounds. It felt...odd to Snowfeather. She had been in so many dangerous situations in the forest. Why was it so peaceful?
            Snowfeather pricked her ears, hearing the trickle of a stream nearby. She padded towards the sound of water, coming across a beautiful stream that trickled down rocks as it made its way along.
            This was supposed to be MoonClan. The most evil, gruesome clan that any cat had ever laid eyes on. Why was everything here so peaceful and beautiful?
            Snowfeather crouched near the water, gently lapping it with her tongue. Once she had finished drinking, she walked alongside the stream, hoping it would lead her to some clan.
            Beautiful pastel pink flowers grew along the riverside, and Snowfeather even picked one and placed it near her ear. She couldn't believe how much she acted like a kit at times.
            Snowfeather continued walking until the sun shone brightly above the forest, the hot rays of the sun heating down on Snowfeather's white pelt.
            She sighed, wondering if this was a stupid idea. Maybe she was way off from MoonClan. She probably wasn't even going in the right direction.
            Sighing she sat down, the pink flower still by her ear. Obviously Snowfeather had tucked it there real good.
            "Hello?" Snowfeather called, wondering if any cat could hear her.
            Only the sound of a bird chirping nearby came in response, and Snowfeather continued to sit, her legs aching from journeying all day.
            Suddenly, Snowfeather heard a brush of leaves, and she turned, spotting no cat. Curious, she padded through the same bush she had heard the noise, but no cat sat there.
            Before Snowfeather could even turn back, a sound of footsteps came. Hesitating, Snowfeather began to follow them. This could be a cat who could lead her to MoonClan!
            Snowfeather continued following the noises, though she spotted no cat.
            Suddenly, she tripped over a branch, nearly knocking into a large, gray tabby she-cat with sparkling indigo eyes.
            "I-I'm sorry," Snowfeather spoke. "I didn't mean to—"
            She was cut off by the she-cat's mew. "It's no problem. Who are you anyway? Why are you in our clan's territory?"
            "I've been traveling to find a clan. What clan is this?"
            The she-cat eyed her, then spoke, "This is MoonClan."