That night Snakeheart had a terrible dream...
He was only a kit now. His mother had left him and he was alone in the wilderness. He was no more than a moon old and hardly able to walk. He clumsily stumbled through the Twolegplace where he had been born. He somehow made his way to WindClan territory, shaking with exhaustion. But his troubles only began there; after that he had to fight against the harsh winds of the WindClan moorland.
At this point Snakeheart had no name. He continued walking, hoping for some kind of shelter. He found some tall grass and he lay down in it. He lay his head down and closed his eyes hoping for a moment's rest when he heard a terrible hissing noise to the left of him. He quickly opened his eyes and turned his head slowly to find a rattle snake. It was hissing in his general direction. It was not happy he was there. Just as the snake lunged to bite him, aiming right for his chest, he jerked awake in cold sweat. He shook his head clear and quickly left his nest, leaving the camp for some fresh air.
Snakeheart headed for the Lake. He needed to cool off. By the time he reached the Lake his heart was still racing from his nightmare. He bent his head and took a drink of the water. It was only a dream... he thought to himself. But it wasn't just a dream. It really happened... Snakeheart looked at his reflection in the water. He still wore the scar that that snake gave him; two fang marks that had been ripped downward causing two long scars down his chest. The venom almost killed him that day. It penetrated his heart, but somehow he'd survived it. He closed his eyes and turned from the Lake with a disgusted look on his face.
Snakeheart had laid in the tall grass bleeding out from a deep cut that ran from his neck down past his heart. As a tiny kit, he mewled innocently for two days until a patrol- led by Hawktalon- found him. They took him back to their camp where the medicine cat and Hawktalon took care of him until he was old enough to be apprenticed.
I will never forget that day... he thought to himself. I owe Hawktalon my life. I need to make her proud. I will do anything I can to achieve that.
Snakeheart went hunting with a few other WindClan warriors. He caught a rabbit and two sparrows; a fairly good catch. But not good enough, he thought to himself. I must do better!
Snakeheart went out alone this time.
Snakeheart spotted a rabbit and prepared to lunge. He lunged for the rabbit, but stopped mid-air. Curled in front of him was a large, black snake with beady black eyes that burned into his very memories and soul. He was a frozen in fear as a deer when confronted with a bright light. The snake hissed, baring its long pearly white fangs. The snake lunged at Snakeheart and bit at his neck. He crumbled under the searing pain. Then, his whole world faded away into a dark abyss.