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Here is the story if you find it easier to read here. Snakefoot is struggling with loyalty to her own clan. How can a cat be loyal to her clan when she doesn't trust the leader, her own mate? Thymeclaw is resented by her own clan, forced to become a medicine cat because of her injury and has a mate in another clan. How can she cope? Frogleap lost her kit, can't breath properly and was forced to retire at such a young age. How can she prove to her clan that she is more than meets the eye? Prologue The normally calm black and gold she-cat stared at the darkness behind her, before turning tail to bolt into the forest her pelt ruffled and uneven from fear and wind. The she-cat forced herself to keep running. Faster. Faster! She had to escape. She had to! If she didn’t, Starclan would never know of the threat. If she didn’t, all cats, of the clans or not, would fall, and it would all be for nothing. It would all be her fault. Come on Snakefoot! Do It for Thunderclan! she though, as she wove around roots and trees, swerving from one boulder to another. Do it for your kits That thought made her slow down slightly, thoughts swirling around like an endless hurricane in her head. Mousdung! I’m no Windclan scaredy cat, I can’t run forever! And who cares what happens to your kits! I certainly don’t! The she-cat thought before turning her body, and in one swift movement, slashing her claws at the darkness, only, to her horror, for it to slide through like it was smoke. As she yanked her paw back, the pain sliced through her like fangs, the paw that looked so much like hers yet couldn’t be hers was burnt, red and raw. she clawed back a yowl of pain and confusion and fear and exhaustion and anger and forced her paw to the ground, before painfully sprinting through the forest again. Snakefoot ran until she reached the moor, before slowing down for a mere second to catch a breath. Is this what it feels like to be a mouse? Only a little more until she made it to the Highstones. Only a little more until she could finally warn Starclan. The thought gave her a sudden burst of energy and adrenaline, which she gladly accepted as she ran towards the farm. Her paw wasn’t stinging as much as before, but it still felt as though a dog had bit it off. The she-cat ran and ran towards the farm and yet she never seemed to get closer. When she looked behind her, the forest was disappearing out of sight, and yet she could instinctively tell she was getting no closer to the destination. Starclan! What is wrong? She bit her lip as the thought ‘with me’ slyly slid into her mind. She turned her head back around to face the moor ahead of her, and the farm that lay beyond, only to find a blank darkness. It was black, yet so bright. White, yet so dull. Silent, and yet so loud… So intriguing. The she-cat was confused as she saw the blackness, and swerved around to face what was behind her, she knew what she had to do. She had to fight. And yet, her eyes weren’t working. And yet they were. Her senses were confusing, as though they were broken. As if this falling sensation wasn’t real. And yet it was, and her ears clearly needed to be checked by a medicine cat. What else could be the cause of this voice. And why do I find the voice of a traitor so soothing… (Only the prologue can be displayed here)