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Snowfur Speaks: A sad, cold death. My name is Snowfur, and I am now one of the warrior ancestors. I came to StarClan as a young warrior killed by a two-leg monster while I was chasing ShadowClan intruders out of our territory.

I mourned alongside my clan but not for my own life. I only wished I could have stayed until my son became a warrior. Of course, I watched his ceremony from the stars a few moons later - Whitestorm was so excited, so brave, and... I was so proud of him. I

think he knew I was there with him during his vigil. It was not long after that when we learned that my sister Bluefur was having kids. I wished we could be just as happy for her, but she had broken the warrior code, and I knew it was going to bring her much sorrow.

The father of her kits was not ThunderClan. He was the RiverClan deputy -- Oakheart. "A kit is coming to join us," Brambleberry, the former RiverClan medicine cat meowed, "half ThunderClan, half RiverClan." "Half-Clan!?" spat a ShadowClan warrior. "It is an innocent kit," Brambleberry meowed with fierce anger in her voice. The cats of StarClan were gathered at fourtrees, which was blanketed by snow, just like the whole forest in the world of our descendants.

It was a bitter leaf-bare, and many cats were starving. More cats came to StarClan every day, and we were all feeling frustrated that there was nothing we could do to help. "This kit did not have to die!" hissed Moonflower. She was my and Bluefur's mother, but... she did not approve of what my sister was doing. "It is Bluefur's fault for falling in love outside of the Clan in the first place

and now she is dragging her three hopeless kits out into the snow with her! Of course one of them is going to die! I'm amazed the other two will make it as far as RiverClan." "But they will be safer there than they were in ThunderClan!" mewed a RiverClan spirit. "RiverClan has more prey than any other Clan! If Oakheart will take them in, then they will have a better chance for survival than they did before."

"We don't know that!" Moonflower meowed. "If she had kept them safely in our den, all three of them might have lived to be warriors." "And what else lies along their path?" meowed Owlstar, one of the oldest ThunderClan spirits. "Study that future carefully, Moonflower." "It is too dark to see clearly!" she protested. "But we can guess," Owlstar murmured. "If Bluestar stays in the nursery with her kits, Thistleclaw will become deputy instead. He's an ambitious, violent cat and we know it.

He would lead his warriors to attack other Clans - the last thing the forest needs right now. Would you rather see more warriors coming to join us because of his bloody leadership?" "So a kit's life is the price to be paid for the warriors whom thistle claw /might/ lead into death?"

Moonflower growled. "I know that Bluefur believes Thistleclaw would be the wrong leader for ThunderClan, but how do we know that being deputy wouldn't make him a better cat?" "We don't know," Brambleberry meowed, "and neither does Bluefur. She must make her choices based on what she thinks might happen.

I don't agree with what she's doing. I would never endanger innocent kits... But I can see why she's doing it." "It is for the good of the clan," Owlstar meowed. "But not for the good of the kit," Moonflower spat. "We cannot change what will happen to Mosskit," Brambleberry meowed. "We can only make sure he is protected on his journey to StarClan." "I will take care of him," I spoke up. The others all looked around at me.

"I was a queen when I died," I pointed out. "My son, Whitepaw, had only recently left the nursery. I remember well how to care for kits... and I miss it. I would be a good mother to this kit." Owlstar nodded. "I think Snowfur is right. She would be a good choice. "I agree," Brambleberry meowed. Moonflower nodded as well, her eyes soft and sad.

I slipped away from the group and followed the edge of the river toward sunningrocks. My paws skimmed the smooth pebbles, like I was swimming over them. I could feel the cold blasts of wintry air in the forest world, although they could not pierce my thick white fur. A few foxlengths into the trees, I found Bluefur curled around three small gray shapes. She was lucky they all looked like her, if any had had Oakheart's coloring, some cat in ThunderClan might have suspected her secret by now.

Two of the kits were squirming and protesting as Bluefur licked them. The third seemed to be sleeping in the snow. This was Mosskit. Bluefur kept nudging him with her nose. Her eyes were pools of grief and I could feel it with her, the snow buffeted her sides where her ribs were showing through her thin gray fur, but she kept meowing -- (Anguished) "Oh, Mosskit, what have I done?" "Mosskit please wake up!" "Mosskit, don't leave..." "

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