"SNAKETAIL!" Snowfur yowled. Snaketail turned around and ran toward their camp, panya, kipanya in jaws. "What is it?" He panted, entering their den. "They're here." Snowfur's eyes were glazed with pain. "Oh, StarClan!" Snaketail grunted, ran out and came back with a stick. "Here, put it in your mouth." He instructed. Snowfur nodded, and her body shook with a contraction, and she yowled and bit down on the stick. Snaketail went to gather moss and herbs, considering he was Medicine Cat in his other Clan. He came back and put water from the moss in her mouth. Just then, Snowfur had another contraption....

"Hey, Snaketail, catch up!" Snowfur said, as the two Cats ran through a meadow. "You're the one who's fat!" Snaketail spluttered. Snowfur laughed, and crouched. "It's called being pregnant, Snaketail. You've got as much responsibility as me, considering your the father." Snowfur retorted. "Oh, trust me, I feel the responsibility now." alisema Snaketail, plopping on his back. Snowfur purred and nudged him with a paw. "Why did we leave our Clans?" Snaketail asked, in thought. "Because we decided to be together. We upendo each other and we were from different Clans." Snowfur told him. "Yeah... but...