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."