As Snowfeather opened her eyes, her vision was blurred. She felt weak, and her throat was parched and sore. Her vision began to clear some, and she looked down, noticing two familiar white paws. She was no longer in mist form. She was a cat again! The only question was where was she?
            She noticed she was in a dark den. It was old, the sides looking as if they were about to collapse. She laid under new soft moss, while old moss sat in the corners of the den, frail and easily breakable.
            She slowly stood up, attempting to balance on all four of her legs. Wobbling over to the corner, she stuck her paw in the moss, the substance crumbling at her paws. A spiderweb hung above her, and she stuck a paw in it, shoving it away.
            She peered her head out of the den, seeing cats march by, all silent. She knew she was no longer in FoxClan, but another clan. A gray tabby tom with amber eyes hissed at the cats, telling them to march forward. She watched as he turned his gaze, his amber eyes piercing hers.
            Snowfeather ducked away, rushing back to the nest. Only moments later, the tom padded in the den. He gave a smile, one that Snowfeather wasn't sure was positive or negative. Either way, she did not trust the tom.
            "You're awake," the tom purred.
            "What is this place? Where am I? Who are you?!" Snowfeather spat.
            The tom laughed. "As if you don't know. Honestly, Snowstar, I would've thought StarClan had told you by now."
            Snowfeather tensed. Had the tom just called her Snowstar? She bit her lip, then spoke again. "I am not Snowstar, and no, I don't know where I am. If you don't mind, I'd like to return back to my clan," she said, gazing at her stomach as she thought of the kits growing inside her.
            "Don't be silly, Snowstar!" the tom exclaimed again.
            "My name isn't Snowstar!" Snowfeather spat. "It's Snowfeather!"
            The tom rolled his eyes. "It's a good thing I hired extra cats to guard your den. You are our leader, Snowstar. You are the cat we've all been waiting for!"
            "I don't know what you're talking about," Snowfeather complained.
            "My name is Rabbitfur, your loyal deputy," he said, dipping his head. "We are WeedClan, an ancient clan thought to have died out long ago. We were dying, Snowstar, and we began to think we would never survive. That is until we remembered the prophecy brought my our ancestors."
            "Prophecy?" Snowfeather asked.
            Rabbitfur nodded. "It's been passed over generations. It claims that once darkness falls upon WeedClan, which it has, only a cat pure as snow with mystical powers will be able to bring us back. We WeedClan cats have powers too, and once we heard your name was Snowfeather, we pulled you from your other clan to here. You are now our leader."
            Snowfeather stiffened. "I am no leader. You have the wrong cat, Rabbitfur. All I am able to do is transform into mist. If you excuse me, I'd like to leave the clan now," she said, taking a step forward.
            She stopped as Rabbitfur moved in front of her. "You're not going anywhere," he spat. "Your name is Snowstar, our new leader. Perhaps you did not hear from StarClan, but we did. You will lead this clan."
            "Don't you understand?!" Snowfeather spat. "I am not your leader! I've never even heard of this clan! StarClan would've come to me, you filfthy piece of fox dung! Let me through!"
            "No," Rabbitfur growled, stepping closer to her. Snowfeather noticed how much taller he was than her, and she sunk down.
            "Why are you not leader? Who assigned you deputy?" she spat.
            "I am not the cat of the prophecy, Snowstar. Only you are. StarClan has called upon me as deputy. I can feel it in my veins," Rabbitfur told her.
            "You're insane," Snowfeather hissed. "If I am to be leader, I must receive nine lives, yes? Maybe then I can prove to you that I'm not your leader."
            "No, WeedClan is full of cats with powers, therefore the leader's powers make up for their nine lives," Rabbitfur explained.
            "This is ridiculous," Snowfeather complained. She thought of Lionstripe probably worrying sick about her right now. All she wanted to do was return home. "Please, let me go! I'll help you find the real leader," she begged.
            "No, you are the leader, and you will never return home," he spat.
            "Watch me," Snowfeather replied. As she attempted to turn into mist, she felt her body collapse, and she felt weak. She couldn't transform in this condition.
            "Don't even bother trying," Rabbitfur began. "We knew what you might try. One of our cats put a magical border in WeedClan. We have some smart cats in this clan, Snowstar. They're all gifted from StarClan. They've learned how to disable your powers here."
            Snowfeather felt anger surge through her. "Why, you little—" Before she finished, she sprang at Rabbitfur. He knocked her down, and she suddenly felt a zap of electricity go through her.
            "I have powers too, you know," he whispered. She looked at his paws, seeing them spark with electricity.
            Snowfeather attempted to get up, only to be zapped again. She fell to the ground, exhausted.
            "Don't mess with me, Snowfeather. I have great powers," he growled. With those words, he exited the den, leaving her in the dark, weak.
            Once she was able to get to her feet, she poked her head out, seeing two large guards near her den. "Water," she begged them.
            One of the guards turned to a young she-cat nearby. "She requests water! Go get some!" he snapped.
            The she-cat nodded and ran off. Soon enough, Snowfeather's throat was no longer parched, and she nibbled on a squirrel brought to her. Outside, snow fell silently, and she groaned, wanting to go home to FoxClan.
            "We'll be home soon," she whispered to her kits. "We'll be with Daddy in FoxClan..."
            "SNOWSTAR!" Rabbitfur snapped, interrupting her. "Stand up!"
            She did so, only to receive a slap in the face with his paw. "What was that for?!" she asked.
            "You weren't fast enough!" he spat.
            "I'm your leader," Snowfeather growled. "It would be nice if you could treat me with a little respect!"
            Rabbitfur glared at her. "I am your deputy, and you do not know anything of WeedClan. It is best you listen to me for these next few days, leader. The clan excitedly awaits you. Follow my lead, and you'll be fine..."
            Snowfeather eyed him again, though she followed him. Guards padded by her side, and she nervously padded up a large log with Rabbitfur. Once cats got a glimpse of her, they cheered, chanting, "SNOWSTAR! SNOWSTAR!"
            "Cats of WeedClan!" Rabbitfur yowled. "I bring you your leader!" He turned to Snowfeather, whispering, "Make them like you."
            "I don't even want to be here," she whispered back.
            "Do as I say," he commanded.
            Snowfeather gulped, looking over the groups of cats who awaited her to speak. She knew in order to leave, they had to like her and trust her. With all the might she had, she boomed, "Long live, WeedClan!"
            Cats cheered, smiling at their leader. She felt herself smile a little too, remembering she had to escape, she had to go home.
            "I am Snowstar, your leader," she said. Cats bowed to her, and she shuddered. It all felt wrong. This wasn't what normal clan cats did. No, WeedClan was something different.
            "It is a miracle that," she gulped, "Rabbitfur was able to find me. Please everyone, applaud your future leader."
            She took in a breath of relief as the others cheered for Rabbitfur who gave a large smile to all the cats. She knew the evil he possessed though, and she tried to ignore it.
            "There are many things I'd like to say, however, it would take too long to say it," she began. She felt Rabbitfur's gaze on her, and she gulped again. "StarClan has sent me here, and now, I will fulfill your prophecy and promises. WeedClan will never fall again!"
            Cats cheered and yowled, and Rabbitfur slowly led her back to the den. "Good job," he whispered. "I'm beginning to like you. It seems you've warmed up to us after all, Snowstar. Perhaps my powers will be contained for now."
            Snowfeather weakly smiled. They must trust you, she remembered. "Yes, Rabbitfur. Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm mistaken. I'm beginning to like this idea after all."
            Rabbitfur purred. "Perfect. Share a squirrel with me, then. We'll discuss more matters."
            Snowfeather nodded, following him to the fresh-kill pile. He scooted cats out of the way as Snowfeather came through. She couldn't help but feel guilty as he did so.
            She sat with him as they shared a mouse. It felt odd. She didn't like pretending that she was fond of Rabbitfur. She wanted to share a squirrel with Lionstripe, go hunting with him. That would have to wait though...
            "Now, you are expected to be a ruler of WeedClan, not an ordinary leader. I'm sure you've noticed that already," Rabbitfur told her.
            "I have," Snowfeather nodded.
            "Get used to it. Act like they are your loyal subjects, whether you like it or not. Once we've gained your trust, we may allow you to use your powers at times. You will lead one patrol each week, starting tomorrow. You will always share a meal with me," Rabbitfur told her.
            Snowfeather wanted to argue at every rule, though she nodded, remembering he had to trust her.
            "Now, it is time for you to rest," he said. Snowfeather looked up, seeing that now the clouds had cleared, an orange blanket had begun to cover the sky.
            He led her back to her den where she curled up in her nest. He said good night, leaving her to rest. As she curled up, she shivered, thinking of how Lionstripe would keep her warm. She longed for that now, wanting him to curl up beside her.
            She felt a tear slip down her nest, followed by others. She wept silently, not wanting the guards to see her. She had to be strong for her unborn kits though, and she closed her eyes, slowly falling asleep, hoping this would all fade away.