The next day, Snowfrost woke up bright and early. She felt more chipper today than the one before, refreshed by a good night's rest and a full belly. Her unborn kits seemed content too, not making much of a fuss inside of her execpt to test their new growing limbs. What would she do today? Snowfrost pondered this question as she did her morning routine, wasing her pelt. Perhaps she could go outside today, maybe even away from the kittypets. The thought was compelling. Snowfrost sat up when she was satisfied with her cleanliness. A clear plan was settled into her mind. With a heave, the pregnant molly made her way to the front door. She looked around cautiously for her denmate, not wanting to be caught by her. About two bear lengths away, Misty was awake playing with one of her many toys. This time it was a vine which had a fake fish tied to the end of it. Is this really how kittypets entertain themselves all day? Snowfrost resisted the urge to snort. This certainly wasn't much of a way to live. Perhaps though, this was what Misty found enjoyable. Regardless, Snowfrost found it to be stupid.

With a shake of her head, Snowfrost tiptoed past Misty's line of sight and out the door through an opening.

Fresh air filtered itself around her as Snowfrost emerged into the open. Early morning birdsong filled the air, welcoming in a sunny day. It was nice out, although a bit chilly. But it wasn't anything Snowfrost couldn't handle. Fluffing up a little, the lynx point molly padded through the yard. Where would she go today, she wondered. Perhaps she would aimlessly wander around to learn the territory-neighborhood- better. And maybe visit that odd kittypet, Usagi. First, though, she'd have to find the show cat's house on her own. It wouldn't be too hard. Three dens down, right? She thought to herself as she slipped out of the yard. As Snowfrost padded along, she took in the scenery that the territory had to offer. Most of the houses looked the same, with varying colored tops and different fencing marking each territory. And on the opposite side, beyond the Twolegplace, was a forest. Isn't that Treeclan's territory? Snowfrost realized. The fur on the back of her neck began to rise. She hoped no passing warrior would see her here.

Regardless of her worry, Snowfrost pressed on. She slid through a hole in the fence of Usagi's garden when she reached her territory, peering ahead at the house. Usagi was laying by the glass door, splayed out so sunlight could warm her pregnant belly. Her eyes were closed, a peaceful smile was on her face. She looked so content. Snowfrost hated to bother her. But before she had a chance to, she was spotted.

A new cat appeared by the invisible door, similar looking to Usagi but larger. The cat had a sturdier build and less black patches on their fur. They also appeared to be taller, and physically fit by kittypet standards. The cat was bristling, staring right at Snowfrost. They let out a hiss, startling Usagi.

"Hiro, my love, what ever is the matter?" Snowfrost heard the show cat meep.

"There is a stray here," the tom snarled. Usagi blinked and turned her gaze, smiling a little when she finally noticed her visitor. She pushed herself to her paws, her nubny black tail raising high happily.

"Calm yourself, Hiro. It is only Snowfrost. She is Misty's new housemate. She is not a stray anymore, she is a house cat just like us. She's a very nice cat, you two may get along, if you were to give her a chance-"

"So she was a stray?" Hiro growled, interrupting his mate. The tom seemed to grow angrier as he discovered this information. In fact, he seemed to ignore everything else Usagi had said. Hiro's only focus was on the fact that Snowfrost had been born wild. Usagi shrank in her place, folding back her ears. She seemed instantly regretful of her words. Hiro wiggled his nubby tail, baring his teeth threateningly. "You. Get out of our housefolk's garden. Filth like you is not welcomed here!"

Filth?! Snowfrost drew her ears back in fury. She wanted to spit at this tom, argue with him to make him understand the error of his insult. She was no meer stray, not like one Hiro had ever known. Snowfrost was not dirty and lawless like some rouge, she was a healer. Sophisticated, well trained, a servant of Starclan. Her parents and Softpetal had raised her right. Unlike Hiro's family, clearly. This cat needed to be taught a lesson.

But before she could lash out, Snowfrost stopped herself. One look at Usagi showed that this was no time for a fight. The queen was scared, and anxious. Two things that were no good for an expecting cat. So regrettably Snowfrost bit her tongue. She lashed her tail and turned herself around. She walked out of the garden and traveled three houses down, back to her own new territory. She would come vack another time to visit Usagi, hopefully at a time when Hiro was not around.

For now, Snowfrost would have to find something else to entertain herself. Arriving at the house, Snowfrost jumped onto the fence, ready to leap down and go back inside for a little while. But something stopped her. Some strange sense within her heart compelled her to stay. To turn around. To watch the trees.

Snowfrost narrowed her eyes as she peered across the yard into the forest beyond. If she looked hard enough, perhaps she could catch a glimpse of some forest cats. How often did Treeclan check this border, she wondered. Why was she doing this in the first place? Snowfrost shook her head, about to force herself to turn around. She felt ridiculous. But then, there was movement in the bushes beyond. Snowfrost's breath caught as four cats emerged from the woods. Among the patrol she could make out the pelts of the warriors Beetlenose and Robinspots. Treeclan's deputy, Thornberry was also in the group. But Snowfrost wasn't interested in any of them. She was most interested in the fouth cat. Wolfheart was among the patrol, padding by Thornberry's side. Snowfrost felt her heart leap for joy at the sight of him. She could hardly stop herself leaping off the fence, running ahead at full speed directly towards the patrol. But she caught herself before it was too late, diving into a nearby bush to hide. In the safety of her shrub, the pregnant she-cat could observe the enemy patrol without worry.

"Tell me, Wolfpaw, what do you scent at the border?" Snowfrost heard Thornberry ask. Wolfpaw? Snowfrost's belly twisted. He's been punished. Given a Warriorpaw ceremony. But why..?

"Nothing unusual," Wolfpaw reported after giving the air a brief sniff. His voice was flat; he sounded completely disinterested in the report. "There's a pregnant kittypet nearby. Can't tell how close, but the scent's fresh. Other than that, everything seems fine."

Was she that obvious? Snowfrost felt embarrassed that she could be so easily detected. But at least none of the cats knew the smell was hers. Nor did they seem to realise how close she was to them.

"Excellent work," Thornberry praised as if he were Wolfpaw's mentor. Perhaps he's the one who was assigned to "reteach" him. Wolfpaw smiled, although his eyes betrayed him. The tom seemed ashamed by the treatment he was receiving. But that was the point of undergoing a Warriorpaw ceremony. Snowfrost pitied him.

"Come on, let's check the Grassclan border next. After that we can go home and get something to eat."

The other toms meowed in agreement, wasting no time in turning tail and retreating back into the trees. Wolfpaw lingered behind his clanmates to stare off into Twolegplace for a few heartbeats. Snowfrost wondered if perhaps he did recognize her scent. Should she reveal herself now that he was alone? No. Wolfheart doesn't need to see me like this, she decided. Snowfrost waited for the tom to finally leave before crawling out from beneath the bush. She slinked her way back to her new home, clumsily jumping up and over the fence, and walked herself into her den without so much as a glance behind her.

"Oh there you are! I was starting to worry about you. Where did you go?" Misty mewed as Snowfrost padded past. The lynx point molly didn't say a word to her companion. She simply moved on, towards the back of the house, and into the closet she had taken up as her nesting area. Misty followed behind her the entire way.

"I needed some fresh air," Snowfrost finally answered as she settled onto a Twoleg pelt. She didn't want to bother with explaining herself. But Misty seemed dissatisfied with her response. The grey tabby furrowed her brow, swaying her tail with concern. Snowfrost simply glanced away.

For some reason, Misty seemed to take this as an invitation to come lay beside her. The other she-cat curled her fluffy body around Snowfrost's, resting her tail along her flank. Snowfrost's kits shuffled within her in response to the foreign touch. They seemed to enjoy it.

"Maybe you'll want to talk about it later?" Misty wondered aloud.

"Perhaps," was the simple reply Snowfrost gave in return. She felt a bit too flustered now to say anything, a welcomed change from the moodiness that kept her from sharing previously. It was so strange to have another cat to curl up with. Snowfrost hadn't had any cat lay beside her like this since Wolfheart had broken up with her. Jaybird had snuggled with her then, comforting Snowfrost as she cried over her love that'd left her for another molly. Jaybird was the only cat in Grassclan that knew about the relationship. Snowfrost was grateful for her support. Perhaps now she could trust this new cat to lift her spirits, as her sister had done in the past. They were living together after all. Soon, Misty would probably be helping Snowfrost entertaine her kits. It was a nice thought. Snowfrost decided now that she'd allow herself to let her guard down, at least a little, and to let this other cat into her life.

For the remainder of their time awake, the two she-cats shared tongues and talked. Snowfrost finally came around and explained where she'd been, and explained a little bit about why she was here in Twolegplace. Misty was understanding, and a very good listener. She told a few jokes to make Snowfrost smile when her explanation started to bring her down. It was appreciated. Snowfrost hadn't felt this happy in a while. Soon enough, talking led to fatigue and the two mollies settled down for a nap.