A half moon had passed for Snowkit. Her nightmares had faded, but the image of the ginger tom in her mind would stay there forever, always a memory.

            Icekit and Flightkit were overjoyed that it would be a moon before they became apprentices, but Snowkit wasn't so happy. She knew she wouldn't succeed on her training. She'd probably have to fix all the other apprentices' nests each day. She would most likely be the one gathering moss for the elders and picking ticks off. She'd be the slave.

            As for other news, Briarstorm had given birth to five kits. A very large litter. Redpool and Shadowstar were very pleased with the number of kits. There were three she-cats and two toms. Each acted fiercely, just as Flightkit and Icekit did.

            The largest one was Robinkit. She was a ginger she-cat who resembed Redpool. Her eyes were a deep amber, and she was one of the fiercest of the litter. Pollenkit was a light ginger tom who also took after his father. He wasn't as fierce as the others. In fact, he was the runt, but he didn't show it all. Featherkit was a white and black she-cat. She was no doubt her mother's favorite. Brighkit was a light gray tabby she-cat. She was the least fierce out of her sisters, but she was much fiercer and wilder than Pollenkit. The last kit was Darkkit. He was a pure black tom with bright green eyes. He was right alongside with Robinkit as the fiercest.

            Flightkit and Icekit enjoyed playing with the five kits while Snowkit stayed aside, trying not to make eye contact with any kit.

            She remembered the day that Pollenkit had accidently stumbled onto her. Snowkit was curled up in her mother's tail, when she heard a yowl nearby. Opening her eyes, Pollenkit had gasped, seeing the bright blue eyes standing out of the white fur. He asked who she was and Snowkit had tilted her head. She had explained she was Flightkit and Icekit's sister, Snowkit. Apparently Briarstorm's kits had no other knowledge of her. They had thought that Flightkit and Icekit were the only other kits in the nursery.

            Pollenkit had been kind, apologizing, but his mother quickly made lectured him, telling him that Snowkit was a mere runt, destined to be a nursery queen. That was the closest Snowkit had ever felt to someone. Sure, Pollenkit wasn't a friend. He was more fierce now, not even paying attention to Snowkit, but it had been the first time that Snowkit had been apologized to. That had made her day.

            When Snowkit awoke to see the storm clouds lining up the sky, she knew it was going to be a bad day. She was correct as she saw her siblings whispering with Briarstorm's kits. She pricked her ears, hearing her name.

            Snowkit groaned as Featherkit, Brightkit, and Robinkit walked over towards her. "Come play with us," Featherkit said, gesturing her black and white tail over to the other kits.

            "I'm fine here," Snowkit said.

            With an evil smile, Brightkit pushed Snowkit off of her mother's nest, almost dragging her to the other cats.

            "Let me go!" Snowkit mewed. She was bigger than Brightkit, but there was no way that she was stronger.

            "Icekit, Flightkit!" Snowkit mewed, hoping her siblings would help. But her siblings just laughed as she was dragged to the group of cats.

            "We're going to play a game," Pollenkit hissed. The kit had changed ever since the day he had stumbled upon Snowkit.

            "What kind of game?" Robinkit asked.

            "A deadly game!" Darkkit growled.

            Snowkit looked around for her mother, quickly forgetting her mother had been collecting moss for Briarstorm. Snowkit then looked around for Briarstorm. She spotted her, napping in her nest, unaware of what her kits did.

            "I like deadly games," Flightkit growled. "What will we play?"

            "We all go into the forest," Icekit said. "Once we get scared, we come back to camp. Last one back wins."

            The other kits mewed in agreement while Snowkit shuffled her paws. "That's dangerous..."

            "Have some adventure!" Robinkit hissed. "You're coming whether you like it or not, wimp."

            Snowkit shrunk down as the large ginger she-cat towered over her. "Okay," she mewed, scared of what would happen.

            "We sneak out now," Darkkit growled. "One at a time."

            "You first, wimp," Featherkit hissed, pushing Snowkit forward.

            "No, that's okay," Snowkit said, trying to allow one of the other kits to go first, but she was pushed away.

            Snowkit stood in the middle of camp while the other kits looked at her, edging her on. Snowkit sighed. She wouldn't get out of this mess. Snowkit knew that no cat would care if she went into the woods, so without any hesitation, she padded in.

            As she entered, she immediately began to feel lonely. The wind ruffled her white pelt, coating leaves in her fur. It was the beginning of leaf-fall now. Soon, leaf-bare would arrive, and the prey would be scarce.

            Snowkit nervously padded through the forest, hoping no cat could see her. The sun was nowhere to be found in the sky, leaving Snowkit in the darkened forest.

            She quietly padded through the forest, hoping she would find her mother. Snowkit quickly shook the thought away. No, she had to pretend to be brave out here. She had to prove to the other cats that she was as fierce as them.

            Snowkit jumped at the sound of a squirrel scampering up a tree. Snowkit stopped, relieved it was only a squirrel. She continued walking through the woods.

            Then the thought hit her. What if she found a place where moss grew and took a nap? Surely she would be the last out. Once she awoke, she could return to camp after everyone else, claiming herself the victor of the game.

            With the idea in her mind, Snowkit padded around, looking for a nice place with moss. She sniffed the air, scenting no other cats. Snowkit looked around, but saw no moss. Where was it all? Near the pond?

            Snowkit decided to try to find a pond, so she could get some moss and rest. Frantically looking around, Snowkit stumbed onto the pond.

            "There we go," she whispered, pushing the water plants away, trying to find the moss.

            The plants were tall and endless though. Snowkit had to keep pushing through. She could hear the sound of water, but she couldn't see it.

            "Where is the water?!" she growled. She kept pushing through the plants. Faster and faster without any hesitation. She screeched as she fell into the icy pool of water.

            The pond was deep, not letting Snowkit touch her paws to the ground. "HELP!" Snowkit screeched. She flailed her paws, trying to swim, but was unable to. She had never learned how to swim.

            "HELP!" she screeched, accidentally inhaling water. Snowkit coughed, falling under the surface. Was this the end?

            Snowkit was beginning to lose consciousness. "Good-bye, Mommy," she thought in her head.

            She gasped as suddenly she was hauled out of the water. She coughed, spitting out water frantically. Her pelt was soaking wet and now she was lying on dry land. She looked around. Who was the cat who had saved her. She gasped, seeing two ginger paws grabbing onto the side of the pond. It was Redpool!

            "Hang on, Redpool!" Snowkit said, trying to heave the ginger tom up. She knew that most cats in BloodClan couldn't swim, Redpool being one of them.

            The ginger tom looked at her with pleading eyes, just like the rogue had done. Snowkit grabbed his paws, but hers were small and weak. There was no way she would be able to lift the tom out of the pond.

            His paws were losing grip. "Hang on!" Snowkit called. But the tom shook his head and let go, falling into the darkened pond. "REDPOOL!" Snowkit screeched.

            Suddenly another cat came by. It was Featherlily. "Snowkit? What are you doing out here? Where's Redpool?"

            Snowkit shivered, pointing to the pond. Featherlily gasped, jumping into the pond. Snowkit was nervous, not knowing if Featherlily could swim either. But Featherwing emerged with Redpool.

            She coughed, dropping him next to Snowkit. "Redpool," she said, shaking the tom. The tom did not wake or speak. Nothing echoed from his mouth. Featherlily looked down. The tom was dead.

            Snowkit groaned. She had killed another cat. Well she hadn't killed him, she was just unable to save him.

            "Snowkit!" a familiar voice came. Snowkit looked up to see her mother running towards her.

            "What happened?" Snowfeather asked Snowkit.

            "I-I fell into the pond and Redpool saved me, but I couldn't save him," Snowkit sighed.

            "Why were you in the forest?!"

            "It's a long story," Snowkit said.

            Snowfeather sighed, looking at the dead tom. "Shadowstar will not be happy."

            Featherlily nodded. Snowfeather sighed, letting Snowkit climb onto her pelt. Snowkit began to dry off as she snuggled into her mother's fur.

            Featherlily retrieved the body while Snowfeather padded back to camp. Snowkit nervously awaited what would happen. Briarstorm and Shadowstar would be heartbroken. What would Redpool's kits think? It's all my fault, Snowkit thought.

            As Featherlily and the rest of the patrol arrived in camp, cats gasped, seeing the body of Redpool.

            "What is it?!" Shadowstar yowled, edging through the crowd. He stopped, seeing his dead son. "REDPOOL!" he screeched in pain, running to his son.

            Briarstorm edged out of her den, seeing the dead body. "NO!" She began to cry, pushing her face into the tom's fur. Her kits edged out of the den. At the sight of seeing their dead father, they sprang to him, yowling.

            So Snowkit was the last back. She wasn't happy about it though. She had cost Redpool his life.

            Snowfeather quickly shoved Snowkit into the nursery, telling her to remain there and that she would be asked questions later.

            Hours passed. No one entered the nursery. She had heard Shadowstar call a clan meeting, but she couldn't hear what he saying. Something about an exile. Snowkit wondered whose it was. She had heard her parents, mostly her mother, protesting about something as well.

            When her mother did re-enter the den, her face was sickened with worry and shock. She went straight to bed, not asking Snowkit any questions.

            Snowkit was about to question why, but she decided it was best not to. She had a tough day and didn't feel like getting into any more trouble.

            Snowkit closed her eyes and slept. She had nightmares. She saw the rogue die again and she mostly saw Redpool die. She groaned in her sleep, trying to save the both, but was unable.

            Snowkit awoke, gasping that she was no longer in the nursery, but on her mother's back, in the woods at night.

            "Mommy? What's going on?" Snowkit asked, almost falling off her mother's back.

            "We're just walking, Snowkit. We're almost here," Snowfeather said.

            "Almost where, Mommy?" Snowkit asked, unaware of what her mother was doing. Snowkit sniffed the air. "This isn't our territory."

            "Hush, Snowkit." Snowfeath set her kit down on a soft piece of moss. "Sleep, darling. I'll be here in the morning."

            "But why are we here?" Snowkit asked.

            "Just sleep," Snowfeather said, lightly stroking her tail across Snowkit's pelt.

            Snowkit yawned, realizing how tired she was. Her mother began to hum, soothing Snowkit. Snowkit shut her eyes, falling asleep.