Snowfeather padded across the snowy ground with Lionstripe by her side. Small snowflakes drifted down, landing on her white pelt. Though they blended in with hers, they stood out on Lionstripe's, and she watched him shake some off.

            For nearly seven sunrises now they had been traveling to FoxClan. Snow covered the ground now, leaf-bare taking its toll on the forest. At times, Lionstripe would use his lightning speed, and Snowfeather would grip onto his back as he did so. It would tire him though, and from time to time, they would travel regularly, like now.

            Snowfeather wasn't sure where they were going, though Lionstripe assured her he knew the way. Snowfeather wasn't quite sure though, hoping StarClan would send her some sign that they were close.

            The wind picked up a little, making Snowfeather shiver. She felt Lionstripe next to her, and this made her smile. She knew now that he was nothing like Bear. He never left her, always asked what she wanted, and loved her with affection. She was blessed to have a mate like him.

            "The snow is pretty, isn't it?" Snowfeather asked, looking up at the swirling specks.

            "Not when your pelt is covered in it," Lionstripe said, shaking off his pelt again. "It's like you live in the snow."

            Snowfeather laughed. "Well, I did train in the snow, didn't I? I'm more used to it than you. Plus, I blend in better."

            "Alright, I guess you got me there," Lionstripe said. "So, are you excited for FoxClan?"

            Snowfeather shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I'm still in shock about MoonClan. It was a great clan. You were right about leaving though. There was no way we could have gone with them. It would be suicide. I just hope Rivertail is doing alright."

            Lionstripe nodded. "The problem with MoonClan is that all the clan wanted was peace. Unfortunately, that rarely exists in the world today. A clan or a wild animal would come from somewhere eventually. In this case, DuskClan."

            Snowfeather nodded. Her stomach growled, and she turned, hoping to find some sort of prey. "Why don't we stop here to hunt?" she asked.

            "How?" Lionstripe asked. "It's snowing. Why would there be prey out?"

            "I know a trick," Snowfeather said, trying to pick up any scent she could. When she smelled a stale mouse scent, she dug in the snow, uncovering a hole. She dug her paw in, a mouse leaping out of the hole. Lionstripe caught it and killed it, smiling.

            "Where'd you learn that?"

            "StarClan," Snowfeather said. "They're all burrowing, so the trick is to dig for their holes."

            "Smart," Lionstripe said. Together, they sat underneath a tree as the snow fell, sharing the one mouse Snowfeather had caught. It was relief, only having to supply food for two cats. She couldn't imagine what it would've been like in MoonClan trying to find food for the whole clan.

            They got up, beginning to walk again. Lionstripe hesitated for a moment, then continued to walk.

            "Are you alright?" Snowfeather asked, changing into mist as she appeared in front of him.

            "I think I'm ready to run again," he said.

            "Are you sure?" Snowfeather asked. "I don't want you getting hurt, Lionstripe. You should rest more."

            "I'm fine. I can do this," Lionstripe said.

            "I can transport us from place to place," Snowfeather suggested.

            "You'd only be able to transport us to someplace twenty pawsteps away, Snowfeather. It's alright. Get onto my back," he said.

            Sighing, Snowfeather crawled onto his back, gripping onto his fur with her claws. He let out a quick yelp, then took off, speeding through the forest. Snow flew into Snowfeather's eyes, and she wondered if this was a good idea.

            Lionstripe didn't make it too far before she felt him stiffen. He then collapsed in the snow, Snowfeather being thrown off him. She appeared beside him as she slowly got up.

            "Lionstripe, are you alright?!" she asked.

            "Fine," he grumbled, standing on all fours again. "Should we try that again?"

            "No," Snowfeather snapped. "You're hurting yourself, Lionstripe. We'll walk normally. You can try again tomorrow," she said.

            Lionstripe sighed, finally agreeing to her. The two padded side-by-side through the forest. The snow had stopped now, a sun shining up ahead. Snowfeather smiled as she walked, feeling the icy substance under her paws.

            "Lionstripe," she said softly.

            "What?" he asked. He still looked in pain from attempting to run again.

            "Maybe we should stop here and rest for a while," she suggested.

            "Snowfeather, I'm not a kit. We'll be fine," he said, continuing to walk. Transforming into mist, she appeared in front of him again, stopping him in his tracks.

            "Please, Lionstripe. You're in pain, I can tell. I don't want you getting hurt. I love you,  Lionstripe, and I'd die if something ever happened to you," she said.

            Lionstripe sighed. "I love you too. Alright, let's stop by that log over there," he said. She nodded, laying against a log with him. He rested his head on his paws, finally looking free from pain.

            "Lionstripe," she murmured.

            "What?" he asked, his eyes shut as he attempted to rest.

            "You won't leave me, right?" she asked. She had never confronted him about Bear before, but now, she thought it was time.

            "No! Why would you ever think that?!" he exclaimed, raising his head.

            "Because...I had a mate before you...who left me," she said slowly.

            "Why didn't you tell me this before?" Lionstripe asked.

            "It was private, and I thought it would happen again. But now, I don't think it will," Snowfeather said.

            "Look, Snowfeather," Lionstripe began. "Whoever that tom was is a piece of fox dung, hurting you like that. I'm not that kind of tom. I will stay by you and love you until the day I die. You'll never have to worry about me leaving you."

            "And you won't have to worry about me leaving you," she purred, nuzzling the tom. She rested her head against his, Bear gone from her mind. She doubted he would ever enter it again.

            The two napped and rested for awhile until Lionstripe had the strength to move again. When he did, they headed through the forest together, the snow becoming hard under Snowfeather's feet.

            As they walked, Snowfeather stopped, hearing a faint sound coming from behind her. She turned but saw nothing, continuing her way.

            She kept walking until she heard the sound of something walking through a bush. She caught something go by out of the corner of her eye, and she stopped, whispering to Lionstripe, "Someone is following us..."

            Lionstripe turned, gasping. Snowfeather hadn't turned, and she didn't want to. "Snowfeather," he said slowly. "FOX!"

            Snowfeather turned, seeing an angry fox growling at them. It's teeth were bared, and it leapt for Snowfeather. She appeared behind it, clawing at its pelt. It screeched as Lionstripe ran around it. The fox attempted to follow Lionstripe with its head, though it was no use. Lionstripe's speed was too much for it.

            The fox threw Snowfeather off, and she hit the ground hard, her back aching. She stood up though, appearing to the side of it again. Lionstripe leapt at the fox this time, biting its leg. The fox shoved it off, not willing to give up the fight.

            It charged at Snowfeather this time, and before she could move, it had grabbed her with its teeth. Snowfeather yelped as its teeth sunk into her fur. She tried to transform into mist, but she was in too much pain.

            Lionstripe leapt at the fox, though it wouldn't let go of Snowfeather. She felt herself getting weaker each second. Lionstripe clawed at its muzzle, and it let go, dropping Snowfeather into the snow. She attempted to get up, but her legs faltered, and she collapsed in the snow. She groaned as red blood stained the white snow, and she watched, seeing Lionstripe continuing to fight off the fox.

            She closed her eyes, hearing Lionstripe's yowl. "No, Snowfeather! Stay awake!" he hissed. Snowfeather opened them, seeing the fox had gone, leaving the bloody Lionstripe.

            "Oh no," he murmured. "StarClan, no."

            Snowfeather could barely move her body now, and she watched as Lionstripe lifted her onto his back.

            "Don't worry. I'll get you to FoxClan," he told her.

            She felt him move with lightning speed. It seemed to take all his strength, though he kept running.

            "Cobwebs and marigold," she coughed. "Find them..."

            But she began to fall into darkness now, and she knew no plants would be in bloom. She could only hope Lionstripe would reach FoxClan soon enough...