Snowy's Twoleg had been acting very strange lately. He spent nearly all of his time sitting on a sofa, using a strange Twoleg device with his weary paws. Snowy was no longer being fed the fish-like food that was her favorite, instead she was forced to eat the hard, dry pellets that she despised so much. The Twoleg's behavior changed Snowy. She became less playful; instead, she spent all of her time sprawled out on the window sill, staring at the garden and wishing she could feel like she was still in a home where she was loved. She lapped at her short, glossy white fur, then flopped down and dreamed of endless flowers.
A white pelt shone against the strangely green, flower-speckled grass. The she-cat rubbed against her Twoleg, but he ignored her and walked to his monster. By the time Snowy caught up to the Twoleg, the monster was already noisily running away. "No! Come back! You can't leave me!" The kittypet wailed. She lightly padded back into the Twoleg nest, curling up on her favorite sofa, trying to keep herself from falling apart. She tried to keep the old her alive. Snowy did not want to give up, but the hours stretched into days, and the Twoleg never returned. She did not accept the fact that she needed to move on from her old, soft llife until a half-moon later, when new, strange Twolegs came. The snow-furred cat would not expect how strange her life would become.
Many moons later, a practically identical, but much thinner, she-cat, Snowpoppy, lay curled helplessly in a nest, deep inside a cave. Her pelt bristled and her tail flipped back and forth, even as she slept. One of her ears twitched, and her claws became partially unsheathed. The she-cat never seemed to sleep well, but who could, being troubled by nightmares? Suddenly, her neck fur spiked straight up, and her eyes shot open faster than a rabbit could disappear down its hole. Her paw pads were moist with sweat, and her eyes were still wide.
Snowpoppy breathed deeply, trying to calm herself. It's only a dream, you'll be okay, She kept telling herself. However, she knew deep down that she could never recover from the sad time old when her life changed forever. The former kittypet seemed to never recover from the nightmares that haunted her. If she had not found, well, been found, by the new group of cats called a Clan, she would have either starved or been murdered for "stealing" prey. She still longed for tbe warm paws of her Twoleg, that fishlike food, and the way of life that used to guide her paws. She inwardly scolded herself. How could she be a loyal warrior of WildClan if she was haunted by dreams of kittypet life? She sighed. Soomeday she would need to leard to accept that there was no going back. She wished she could accept that she was a wildcat now.