I apologize for any raised hopes, and I didn't mean to get into something I couldn't handle, but unfortunately, I am incapable of completing this story. So I do apologize, but... I am unable to finish. For those of you hoping to see this to the end, I'm sorry. However, I really didn't want to leave anyone completely hanging, so here's a quick, undefined summary of how it might've gone:

Turns out CloudBubble and StoneFur are her parents. She'd been lost as a kit. She didn't remember what had happened, but somehow, she'd wandered into Twolegplace on her own and gotten turned into a human child to preserve her life. Then, shocked, she turns and runs away. She runs into the forest, where JayFeather follows. He comforts her and they get closer.

Then they return to find the apprentices there. JayFeather's younger sister immediately notes the closeness the two seem to share and hates SnowSong. She makes fun of her, poking fun at her smell (which was of Twolegplace) and her accent (which was decidedly human, not wild). She stalks off with her friend, OrangePaw, who looks sort of apologetic but follows his friend VioletPaw. SnowSong shrugs off her behavior.

They sleep, ect. [I haven't figured out how to connect that and this, so some stuff happens.]

I wish you could see the cats evolving into who I know they become, because this depicts the time when friendships and rivalries are formed.

Then, after a while, SnowSong and GoldenHeart are on a ShadowClan border/hunting patrol. It's raining heavily. A cat across the Thunderpath, one cat is apparently hunting and sees them. They each ask what the other is doing, exchange mild insults, and the cat (WildSpirit, a calico tom with pale blue eyes) glares and limps away. SnowSong is curious and, because she'd been a human for nearly twelve years and boundaries didn't mean much to her, when GoldenHeart scented a mouse and told her to go her own way, she headed back to the border.

She crept up on him, watched him from across the border, and saw that his leg had been trapped in a fox trap- and they were now trying to remove another cat from a different trap. His clanmates were standing around a young cat, probably an apprentice, wondering how to get him out (they, of course, have no knowledge of human traps). She cautiously crosses the road. They're furious, try to attack her, deny they need help. However, when she tells them that that cat will die without her help, they agree to give her a chance. If the cat dies, however, they'll hurt her. Badly. They make that point quite clear. (Here I had planned to make it ominous, very bum, bum, BUMM!)

Using her advanced knowledge of human contraptions, she pops the apprentice out of the thing and asks for some spider webs. "It's basic knowledge, isn't it?" she snaps when they ask her why. She stops the bleeding, patches him up, and they take their cat and leave. Just as she was about to take her leave and pretend she'd never been there, WildSpirit shows up asking why she'd done it. She returns that it was the right thing to do. He looks at her oddly. Here was the scene as I'd planned it.

I looked both ways, preparing to cross the street, when another cat slunk from the shadows. "Why'd you do it?" the bitter voice asked. "Do what?" I returned, "Cross the street? Save your friend? Care? Because it was the right thing to do. I had the knowledge to save him. That's the only reason I needed."

He looked at me distrustfully. "You could have hurt him," he says finally. "You could have crippled one of our warriors, made your clan stronger. Why didn't you?"

I looked at him a long moment, then said quietly, "You would've done the same. Any cat in distress, you would've helped if you could." He held my gaze. "I'm a ShadowClan cat. We're mean, and we take every opportunity to make ourselves better. I'd have taken it," he said finally, moving back into the shadows. I cocked my head to the side a bit. "I really don't think so…" I murmured to myself, barely loud enough to be heard over the pounding rain and thunder. I crossed the street, back into my territory, and with thoughts filled of him. I think he'd have helped.

JayFeather and SnowSong continue to grow closer, but her thoughts and dreams are plagued by nightmares of WildSpirit. He could have hurt her so badly, but chose not to. Was it because she saved the apprentice?

More things happen, involving OceanKit growing into OceanPaw. Her mentor, the lovely SilverHeart, deputy of ThunderClan. (Gorgeous slender silver tabby, silver eyes) She learns quickly, studies, practices, until she is perfect at everything. However, OceanPaw begins to display some undesirable qualities. She was biting in her reprimands, to both herself and others. She wanted control of everything when she had the opportunity. If left in charge of the patrol, she'd make sure they brought back the most prey, caught the most quickly. If anyone was less than perfect, she was fury. She also displayed zero affection. The only person she cared about was SnowSong, and that left SnowSong worried.

She grew closer and closer with JayFeather, but she was upset. She didn't love him. She knew that- but she was okay with the fact that he loved her. She loved him as a friend, and that was enough. So, eventually, they… "Consummated"… their affection. (For those of you left a little baffled, it begins "When a Mommy cat and a Daddy cat love each other very much…")

She goes to a gathering, meets and greets, then feels some cat watching her to look around and see WildSpirit. Cautiously, she trotted over to talk to him. He was in a secluded corner of the hollow; invisible for the trees and brush. His behavior is inexplicably cold (because they've spoken at gatherings before, albeit only a few times, but it was warm) this time. He asks her if it's true, if she's fallen in love and gotten herself a mate. She dipped her head and squeaked a yes. He nodded once and was silent.

WildSpirit had become something of a confidant, someone she could talk to when she couldn't talk to her clanmates. They met often, only by accident. She made up an excuse, so did he, they'd meet and talk. He was her best friend, she realized with a start.

"Are you mad?" I asked tentatively, looking up at him. He looked at me oddly before looking back up at High Rock. "Of course not. You've settled down, I'm happy for you," he said. His words were sincere, but his body language was stiff and constricted. He was holding himself back. Why?

"WildSpirit?" I said tentatively, padding forward a step to touch my tail to his shoulder only to have him flinch back. "What?" he bit out. "I… I'm sorry," I said, although I wasn't quite sure what I was apologizing for. He looked at me before sighing, "Don't be. I am. Didn't mean to snap." He licked his chest awkwardly before glancing at me again. "I don't think this is going to work," he finally sighed. I tilted my head. "What won't work?" I asked, a feeling of dread building in my stomach. "This… us. The warrior code states that our clans come first, and I can't do that with you," he admitted in a pained whisper, leaning forward to look in my eyes. "I… but…" I tried to think of a good contradiction, but the code left no room for argument. As if he could sense the doubt and readiness to argue, he stopped me with a brush of his tail over my mouth. "Don't argue," he said, "it'll be harder."

Finally, having drawn a blank where good arguments were concerned, I blurted the first thing to my mind. "Don't! I- I love y-" I jerked back, reeling. I didn't love him! He was ShadowClan! But I did. Damn it.

"Damn it, SnowSong," he growled, "I know that! Why do you thing I can't do it anymore?" They were a hairs breadth apart. "You don't-?" "I do, and that's why. I can't love you. I won't," he said, softer now. He pulled back a bit, giving her all the choice to walk away. She slowly pressed her nose to his (A kitty cat kiss).

The main dynamic with them is that she's so innocent and kind, but not naive, and he's rough and cold on the outside but warm and protecting on the inside.

They get together, one time, then promise it'll never happen again. They go their separate ways, with the notion it'll never come to light.

More stuff, extras, really, showing the gradual realization of her pregnancy. Finally, SnowSong realizes she's pregnant- and terrified. She's never had kits, and more than that, whose would they be? She hoped, desperately, that the kits would be brindled and white, not the calico color she knew there was a chance they'd be.

About 50 days after the encounter at Fourtrees, OceanPaw corners SnowSong.

OceanPaw, now OceanFur, curious and perceptive, picks up on her discomfort and questions her outside of camp near the ravine. She worms it out of the older cat that there's a chance that they were a ShadowClan cat's kits. OceanFur is furious. She rants that it makes her seem imperfect, and that it made them seem like outsiders.

"How could you do this to us? To me?" she questions loudly, eyes blazing with fury. She stalks towards the older she-cat. "What were you thinking? There's a perfectly acceptable young tom you're mated with, and now you're running around with some ShadowClan stray?" "I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions, OceanFur," I return sharply, shocked at this side of her. "Well they're terrible ones!" she screeched. "You can't even go to Gatherings without screwing up my life!"

I stepped back. I was a little afraid of this cat, who so short a time ago hung on my every word like I was a goddess and now spat on me like I was worthless. "Why didn't you just stay in camp? Why did you have to ruin everything?" She took a step forward with each question. "What if they come out like him, huh?" It forced me to take a step back each time. "I don't suppose you had the decency to pick some cat that at least looked like JayFeather!" With that accusation, my foot slipped, and suddenly I was falling. It was all dream-like for a second, and I thought, Stop, before I hit the ground. Then I was falling again, and I registered pain in my legs, then I hit the ground again. I was hitting rocks as I fell down the ravine. Then I hit the ground for a last time, and I registered two final things as I blacked out- OceanFur, standing stiffly at the top of the ravine, and a rippling pain across the bottom of my stomach.

This is where I'd have switched to OceanFur's view.

Of course, she hadn't meant to drive her off the ravine, but… hadn't the traitor deserved it anyway? Of course. She could see the older cat going into labor. She hadn't intended that either, but if those kits never lived to see the light of day, so what? Didn't they deserve to die too? They were half-clan- as good as dead anyway. Yes. She'd only done what would have been done in the long run anyway. Yes. With that, she walked away, into the forest, silent. If someone saw her, saved her, then it was StarClan's will that she live. If not, then… then she'd done only as StarClan desired. Yes.

Back to SnowSong's view.

SnowSong was dizzy, but after being discovered by LillyPaw in time to call for help, she gave birth to five kits. Only three came out alive. Only two made it past an hour. Only one was still alive now. She was small, calico.

One of SnowSong's legs was broken, the other fractured. It was told that she'd make a full physical recovery- but emotionally, AshLeaf had no idea if she'd be okay. Someone was dispatched to find OceanFur.

SnowSong named the kit SpiritKit. She had no idea if what had happened was a dream, or if it was real. She was in and out of consciousness for a few days, and JayFeather was right there the whole time, constantly watching the extremely young kit and its fragile mother.

After a few weeks, she can stand again. A few weeks after that, she is able to run. Pushing the incident that caused the whole thing out of her mind was easy- she wasn't even sure it had happened. OceanFur acted no differently around her, so SnowSong put it up to delirium.

She asks to go out hunting alone for once, complaining that she hasn't been alone in almost a season. They let her go. Cautiously, she makes her way to the ShadowClan border. She waits along the ThunderClan border, hiding well, and waiting. Finally, she sees WildSpirit. She makes her way over to him, and then they talk.

"They were yours," she whispers, crouching at his feet. "What?" he asks, coming out of the defensive pose he'd assumed when he'd detected a ThunderClan scent. "They were your kits," she repeated, exhausted, staying in the crouched position. "The kits?" he asked, alarmed. "There were kits?!" She nodded. "There were," she cried, emphasizing the were. He looked shocked but deliriously happy for a moment, until he realized the extent of what she'd said. "W-were?" he asked, dread creeping into his stomach. She nodded. "There were five," she said, "but they were born too early. Three were born alive, one died in AshLeaf's mouth. And two survived longer. Only one's alive now, but… even though it's been so long, she's still likely to die. Soon. She's so fragile… she'll never be a warrior."

They don't notice the pair of eyes watching them across the border. OceanFur begins to plan, furious; she's going to kill the tom. That would be the ultimate punishment for both. She didn't know his name, and she didn't care.

Suddenly, SnowSong's ears prick up and OceanFur freezes. "I have to go soon. Now," she amends, stepping away from the tom. He nods once, melting back into the forest towards his home. Just as SnowSong goes to cross the path, OceanFur stops her. She starts yelling again, and SnowSong takes a step back, ears flat, preparing to flee when a car approaches. They both flee the scene.

OceanFur calms down, they talk, she convinces SnowSong she was just upset, and fools her with a pretty smile and golden words.

As they walk into camp, she's planning her sister's demise.

SnowSong walks to the nursery, followed by OceanFur, to see if the den is empty. When she sees that it is, she offers to get the older queen some food. They agree. She pretends that the freshkill pile is empty and so she goes outside to catch a mouse, stuffs it with three death berries, and takes it back into camp. She's still alone with her sister in the nursery, feeds her the poisoned mouse, and watches her sister die. "Say hello to CloudBubble for me." And she waits a few minutes, making sure she's dead, before pelting out into the clearing screeching, "Help! AshLeaf! She'sdead-she'sdead-she'sdead! Help me, please!"

Medical attention was given, but there was no apparent reason she'd died, save a bit of foam on her mouth that OceanFur had wiped away. JayFeather was distraught, SpiritKit was confused, and OceanFur was apparently devastated. She gasped and cried and was disbelieving in all the right parts.

After a few days of planning, she'd finally devised it- the plan to kill the other traitor to his clan. It was elaborate and carefully strung together.

She rolled in the garlic, grass, dirt and mud mixture she'd comprised. She had permission to be off today, for grieving, she'd said. She knew his favorite spot. She had the hole dug. She had the same mixture of garlic-mud-pine needles-grass set up near the spot. It smelled of nature, so it wasn't obvious. She'd even practiced jumping from trees without making great noise. She'd kill him today, and then maybe that traitor-spawn called SpiritKit.

Once she'd rolled sufficiently in the mud, she was disguised in both scent and color. She cautiously crossed the border and climbed the tree over the spot the traitor liked. She absently wondered what his name was as she waited for her prey. He liked to be in this spot, alone, for a few minutes each day. As she waited, she contemplated SpiritKit. She idly wondered, did the name have anything to do with the father?

As said tom padded into her vision, she tensed. Would her scent-coater work? It apparently did, because he sat down to watch the sunset without so much as a blink. She grinned, adjusted her position minutely. She swiftly landed on the tom's back and dispatched him with a swift blow to the neck before he could so much as breathe in to yell for help. She dragged the body to the pile of mud and quickly began coating the body in mud. She caked it on thickly, taking no chance. She checked for any sign of others, then lifted and dragged his body across the Thunderpath towards the deep grave she'd dug for the cat.

Once he was buried, she grinned again. Two imperfect ones down. One to go.

She returns to camp like nothing happened. No one suspects anything until the next gathering, when the leader of ShadowClan announced one of their warriors was missing. No one knew anything. OceanFur grinned a little in her mind. Good.

Soon she begins plotting the death of her sister's only surviving kit. However, she finds JayFeather in the way far too often. He's so worried about SpiritKit; she's so delicate, so he's taken to following her. He never really recovered from losing SnowSong.

She won't kill JayFeather; he's a good cat, loyal to the warrior's code and ignorant of his mate's treachery. But the kit he thought was his was a half-clan monster. It needed to be stopped. OceanFur needed to get the kit alone, in camp, without JayFeather. He always took morning patrol of any border, so she'd have to do it then. However, when he did leave camp, it was when leaving the kit in his mother's care, so she'd need to take care of her too. She wouldn't kill the mother either, she was also good.

This left OceanFur with little option, she couldn't ask to be alone with the kit and then have it turn up dead. Someone would get suspicious. She had to plan something that would kill it long after she'd left. She thought it over for a long while, wanting every detail correct. Meanwhile, each night, her dreams were plagued by nightmares of her sister, SnowSong. Each night, SnowSong told her she was wrong, that she shouldn't kill anyone, that it was against the warrior code. She refused to listen to a traitor, however, and her sleep was a small price to pay for the benefit of her clan.

One night, when everyone was asleep save the vigilant, VioletWhisker, she crept into the nursery. SpiritKit was there, and now almost five moons old.

She gently nudged the small kitten with her nose. She didn't say anything when the kit woke up, but brushed her tail over the kit's mouth when she began to ask a question. Her eyes gleaming with excitement, SpiritKit followed OceanFur from the nursery. As soon as they slinked cautiously through the exit at the rear of the nursery, SpiritKit bounced up to her favorite cat.

"Where are we going?" she questioned, gazing at the forest with wide eyes. OceanFur didn't answer, just glanced at SpiritKit with a laughing look in her eyes, a look that said come on! Let's go! SpiritKit looked around, excitement pumping through her before following.

OceanFur was swift. She always stayed a few steps ahead of the kit, quickly winding the small kitten. She began stumbling, and shivering. It was just past Leaf Fall, and it was cold.

"O- OceanFur!" the kit called, looking around for her older sister. She was nowhere to be seen. Scared now, SpiritKit assessed her situation. She didn't even recognize the type of trees around her, tall and mostly bare save for a few sharp-looking ones way up. There appeared to be dead ones under her paws.

Suddenly, the earth began to shake beneath her feet and a foul stench entered her nose. "Aah!" she gasped, jumping back as a huge monster flew past in the distance. She could see the path she hadn't seen before, wide and black as midnight, cutting through the landscape like a river. Cautiously, the kit approached the 'river' when she was sure there were no monsters on it. She tentatively pressed a paw to the river and found it to be stone. She treaded out onto the surface of the path, curious.

Suddenly, a monster came rushing around the corner. SpiritKit rushed to the nearest side of the Thunderpath, frightened beyond her few months. Now she couldn't remember if this had been the side she'd started on, and the acrid scent of the path was burning her nose. Tired, frightened, and confused, she began to make her way through the trees of the side she was on. She couldn't have seen the gleeful eyes that followed her movements from across the path.

Freezing cold, and having determined that she was far enough away from the Thunderpath, she'd settled into the grass, shivering, and fell into a deep sleep.

WARRIORS

I need to break this down into two parts. It's too long. And, sort of a cliff-hanger, but the second part is already written.