Snowflower was running. She was running away from her clan. She knew she was a coward, but in a way, she didn't care. The deputy, Pinefrost, had glared at her and forced her to be her mate. Two moons later, she found out that she was close to having kits. She would live as a rogue for a while. The important thing was not to be in WindClan. Everything else didn't matter at this point. "Hey! Who are you?" A golden tom stepped out from behind a tree. "Hey, are you Snowflower of WindClan?" Snowflower gave a weak nod. "How did you know?" "I saw you at Gatherings. Anyway, what are you doing here?"