The wind bristled in the white she-cat's fur. She sighed, she truly did not want death, but her warriors forced her to.

Snow fell gently on her delicate fur. The sun was gone, and the moon was still low. "StarClan, oh please forgive me, for the cats forced me to do upon life. May you tell RainClan to save me from this chaos, and that I can be free from all this death, and that my Clan can be good again." The she-cat cried out.

Something whispered to her: "Snow... Snow... Snow... Blood... Snow..." the white cat didn't know what it meant... was it blood that will fall on snow? Or was it SnowClan will spill blood? She didn't know exactly, but she just stayed where she was... on the BristleRock.

"Snowstar... we have a message from StarClan." The white she-cat turned around to see a black tom. "A message? Can you tell me?" The white cat said in surprise. "Well, it says we have to stop spilling blood... but we can still kill, right?" The white cat looked at the tom and said, "No... I really don't like this.. I agree with StarClan. The blood of our victims were innocent."

The tom looked down, and lashed his tail, meaning that he's done speaking. The she-cat nodded, then the tom left.

"StarClan, please forgive me... for I do not want this, can you change them? For they do not know what the meaning of life is, and they want death. Oh please, please, StarClan, save us; save us from the blood that we're spilling, and make us good." cried out the she-cat.

The she-cat got up, and looked at the moon, which was high. She looked at it once more, then she left the rock.

"May you be forgiven, you are innocent. RainClan will help you, we promise that you'll be saved from the blood of their victims and may we try to help them be good, be in peace."