SnowClan:
Leader - Flightstar
Deputy - Shadowstream
Medicine Cat: Orangespots
Med. Cat Apprentice: None
Warriors -
Duststripe - Gray tom with a light-gray face
Sandfall - Ginger she-cat
Featherfall - White she-cat with silver stripes
Lightningfang - Tortoiseshell tom
Smallfur - Gray tom
Willowpool - White she-cat
Wolfmask - Brown tom with gray markings on his face
Clawscar - Brown tom with a scar on the bridge of his nose
Briarleap - Brown she-cat
Dovepool - Gray she-cat with soft fur and white underbelly
Owlheart - Brown tom with black paws and a black-tipped tail
Apprentices -
Mousepaw - Gray tom
Juniperpaw - Russet she-cat
Queens:
Flamethroat - Silver tabby she-cat
Snowfeather - Snow-white she-cat
Kits:
Fawnkit - Brown tabby she-kit with a white underbelly. Dark brown paws, tail, and ears.
Leafkit - Brown tabby she-kit with a white underbelly.
Berrykit: Russet-colored she-kit
Splashkit - Brown tom
Daisykit - Gray she-kit
Elders:
Roughtail - Tortoiseshell tom
Thickpelt - Golden, long-furred tom
Flowerfur - Russian Blue she-cat
"Oh dear, oh no, not her," an anguished voice called out.
"Calm down, Silverstem," A black tabby growled. "You're acting as if she'll destroy the Clans themselves."
"If she follows a different path…" Silverstem trailed off, trembling, terrified to say the next words.
"We cannot think about that. All we can do is set her paws on the right path. Swiftwind, can you see her future at all?"
Bright green eyes flashed in the darkness.
"No, Moonwhisker. It's too dark."
Moonwhisker began pacing.
"We must contain the prophecy…we cannot let her know of its power!"
"What about her sister? She will follow a very different path from what they all expect," Swiftwind meowed gently.
"How can you know that? They're closer than two trees next to each other. She'll tell her, all right, and then we're all dead!" Silverstem hissed..
"But maybe the prophecy is wrong this time," Swiftwind insisted. "Maybe we will live in harmony."
"Have you ever seen an incorrect prophecy?" Moonwhisker snarled, stepping closer to Swiftwind.
"A fawn can't ever, ever get too curious, or else its heart will lead it astray."
