Snowfeather groaned as she awoke on the forest floor. The entire forest seemed to spin, and her body was sore. Once her vision became focused, she looked up, seeing she was in a forest. But it wasn't just any forest...

            "The FoxClan forest!" she gasped in excitement. She slowly stood up, shaking snow off her pelt. She had done it! She was home! Home at last! She didn't know where to go first. Would she go see Lionstripe? Maybe she'd head to camp.

            She began to pad through the woods, looking around for Lionstripe. How she longed to see his gentle face once again. She couldn't wait to tell him the news of her kits. He'd be so thrilled once she did so.

            She looked around, wondering where he was. Perhaps he was on patrol or back at camp. That's where she would head-camp. She was sure every cat was worried about her.

            She continued on her way, looking around. How she had missed this forest. She hoped she would never have to leave again.

            As she continued, she stopped, spotting a familiar ginger tail hanging from a tree. Lionstripe! She quickly ran to the bottom of the tree, excitement filling her.

            "Lionstripe!" she shouted.

            She watched as the tail stopped twitching and stood still. His green eyes suddenly gazed down onto hers, and his eyes widened. He rushed down the tree, excited.

            "Snowfeather! You're alright! What happened? I've been so worried," he told her, nuzzling her.

            "Oh, Lionstripe, I've missed you so much. Come on, we'll talk in the tree," she said, beginning to climb up the thin branches. Once they were on the branches, she began to explain.

            "I was trapped by a clan called WeedClan. They were insane, thinking I was their leader, and I possessed great powers," Snowfeather explained.

            "But you do possess great powers," Lionstripe pointed out.

            Normally, Snowfeather would laugh and smile at this, but she didn't. "No, not like that. They thought I had the power to revive an entire forest and turn a dying forest into a striving forest."

            "What insane cats," Lionstripe said.

            "They all possessed powers, Lionstripe. My 'deputy', Rabbitfur, has powers too, and he shot me in the side with his. It's still a bit sore."

            "How did you escape?" Lionstripe asked.

            "With my clever skills," Snowfeather joked.

            Lionstripe laughed. "Oh, Snowfeather, I've missed you so much. Please don't ever leave again."

            "I won't, I promise," she told him. "I love you," she purred.

            "I love you too," he told her.

            "By the way," she said, looking down at her paws. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you."

            "Oh, yeah? What's that?" he asked.

            Snowfeather opened her mouth to speak, only to be cut off by a shriek. "SNOWSTAR! SNOWSTAR, WHERE ARE YOU?!"

            Snowfeather froze, gazing at Lionstripe in fear.

            "I thought you said you escaped," Lionstripe whispered.

            How did they find me? Snowfeather thought. "I'll be right back," she whispered. She looked over, seeing Rabbitfur pad by. "That's Rabbitfur," she whispered, easing down the tree. She landed next to him, and he froze.

            "Snowstar, where have you been?! One moment you were in WeedClan, and now you're in a new forest!"

            "How did you find me?" Snowfeather asked.

            "You sound mouse-brained, Snowstar. We have cats with powers, remember? They can certainly track down cats. Now, why have you come here? How did you come here?"

            "My great powers, of course," Snowfeather said. "How did you come here?"

            "Other cats' powers," he told her. "Thank StarClan we found you. Come on, back to WeedClan. Maybe you can explain this on the way."

            "No," Snowfeather said.

            Rabbitfur froze. "What did you just say?"

            "I mean, before we go, I'd like you to meet someone," she said, looking at the tree. "Lionstripe," she said.

            She watched as the tom slowly came down the tree, standing beside her. She watched as he gazed at Rabbitfur with hatred, and Snowfeather did the same. "This is Lionstripe...my mate."

            Rabbitfur's eyes widened. "TRAITOR! YOU'RE A TRAITOR TO WEEDCLAN!" he yowled. "YOU HAVE A MATE! YOU...YOU'RE A TRAITOR!"

            "I always have been," Snowfeather hissed at him.

            "What do you mean?" Rabbitfur asked.

            "This is my clan, this is my mate. I never enjoyed WeedClan! I've been plotting my escape since I arrived! I have no nature powers, only a power that turns me into mist!" she spat.

            She watched as Rabbitfur unsheathed his claws. "What a traitor! For moons we've awaited a leader, and the only one we got was a traitor! I'm sure StarClan won't mind if we sacrifice you since you betrayed us all."

            She froze as Lionstripe stepped forward, growling. He unsheathed his claws, hissing, "Over my dead body."

            "That should be easy then," Rabbitfur laughed maliciously. "WEEDCLAN WARRIORS, COME UPON ME!" he spat.

            Snowfeather watched in fear as WeedClan warriors lined the hills, all gazing at Lionstripe and Snowfeather.

            "Maybe we'll have two to sacrifice instead of one," he laughed.

            "You are not worthy to worship StarClan!" Snowfeather spat. "The Dark Forest is the only place you'll go!"

            Snowfeather gasped as cats grabbed her. Rabbitfur ignored her altogether, beginning to motion cats to hold her down.

            "Lionstripe!" she screeched at the top of her lungs. Cats held her down, using powers to have vines grow over her body so she could not move a muscle.

            "This should be fun," Rabbitfur said, stepping near Snowfeather. He leaned over her, his breath reeking of blood. Snowfeather turned, seeing Lionstripe being held back by cats. Was this the end?

            Snowfeather gulped, awaiting death, knowing it would come. Rabbitfur raised his claws, about to strike her throat. She shut her eyes tight. "I love you, Lionstripe," she whispered.

            Suddenly, Rabbitfur was pushed out of the way by Lionstripe. Lionstripe's claws striked the vines, letting her go.

            "No, you fool!" Rabbitfur spat, zapping Snowfeather. He continued to do so until Lionstripe pushed him away.

            Snowfeather fell to the ground, panting heavily. She did not normally feel this much pain after being zapped. Blood began to circle around her, and she let out a harsh cry. She looked, seeing Rosepaw watch with fear.

            "GO! GET MISTYFALL! GET HELP!" Snowfeather screeched. She suddenly knew what was going on. As if the pain of the zapping were not enough, she was giving birth...too early.

            "Snowfeather! Hold on!" Lionstripe hissed. Snowfeather weakly watched as Rabbitfur pinned Lionstripe down, only for Lionstripe to push the tom back. He ran quickly around the tom, striking him.

            "I have powers too," Lionstripe growled. He pushed Rabbitfur down, hissing and growling. As the two fought, Snowfeather suddenly noticed Mistyfall and others come by. Cats began to join into the fight, and Snowfeather gasped in pain as Mistyfall ran towards her.

            Suddenly, Snowfeather saw Rabbitfur tracing his claw over Lionstripe's throat. "After I kill you," Rabbitfur whispered, "your mate will be next."

            "NO!" Lionstripe hissed, pushing the tom off. He pushed Rabbitfur to the ground, and without any hesitation, he stuck his claws into the tom's throat.

            Snowfeather watched as Rabbitfur became limp and lifeless, and the WeedClan warriors stood in awe, disappearing moments later at the death of their leader.

            "Snowfeather!" Lionstripe breathed, running to her. He looked to Mistyfall. "What's happening to her?!"

            "Her kits aren't due for half a moon and they're being born now!" Mistyfall explained.

            "Kits?! What are you talking about?!" Lionstripe asked. Though the question was meant for Mistyfall, he only gazed into Snowfeather's eyes.

            "I tried to tell you, but I was captured, and then...Rabbitfur came back," she breathed, gasping in pain.

            "The first kit is coming!" Mistyfall gasped.

            Snowfeather cried in pain as the first tiny bundle of fur slid out. It was a ginger tom, just like Lionstripe. Lionstripe pushed the kit towards Snowfeather in fear, awaiting for more kits to be born.

            "I believe two more," Mistyfall said. Snowfeather had never been in so much pain. Was this what a regular kit birth was like?

            She saw sadness in Mistyfall's eyes, and Snowfeather did not know why. Were the kits going to die? She did not want them to die...She didn't want anyone to die.

            Her thoughts faded as she let out another cry. This time, a light ginger she-cat was born, and Lionstripe pushed the kitten next to her brother.

            "One more," Mistyfall told her, worry in her eyes.

            Snowfeather groaned, letting out a cry as the last kit was born. It was a white she-cat, just like Snowfeather. Lionstripe quickly pushed the she-cat next to her brother and sister.

            Though the kits were born, Snowfeather was still in eternal pain. She looked at Mistyfall who looked at her in fear.

            "We should name them," Snowfeather rasped.

            Lionstripe nodded. "The tom, what will the tom be called?"

            Snowfeather thought for a moment, wincing in pain. "Pumpkinkit," she whispered. "His name will be Pumpkinkit."

            More pain surged through her, and everything was beginning to make sense. The worry in Mistyfall's eyes, her mother's words.

            "The white kitten will be Frostedkit," she told Lionstripe.

            Lionstripe nodded, looking at the ginger she-cat. "And the she-cat? What will she be called?"

            "You name her," Snowfeather told him, knowing she did not have much time left.

            "Lightkit," he whispered.

            "Such lovely names," Snowfeather purred, more pain spreading through her. "Lionstripe, you must promise me you'll love and cherish these kits and take good care of them."

            "Of course, won't you?"

            Snowfeather shook her head. "It's all clear now. I'm dying, Lionstripe, and I won't survive. You have to raise these kits on your own, these three small kits. Please, make sure they survive," she begged.

            Lionstripe looked at her in shock, then looked at Mistyfall. "Is this true?! Can't you cure her?!"

            "There is nothing else I can do," Mistyfall told him with a sad gleam in her eyes.

            "Snowfeather, please don't leave me, I love you," Lionstripe begged.

            "I love you too, and now, you must love these kits as much as you love me. Let my love encourage you," she whispered.

            Sound began to fade, and she looked at her kits one last time. Lionstripe's constant shouting was lost, and all she did was look into his emerald eyes before everything faded away, and she was trapped in darkness.