A/N: Hello. It's been a really long time. I apologize for that. I should have written this notice earlier. That's right, this isn;t even a chapter, it's a notice. Of hiatus. Probably an extended one. After having re-read this story... I can't consciously leave it up as is. I am re-writing it. I hate the way it started and what it has turned into. So... I'm going to end it, and start over. I'm leaving it up for a month, so I can get a head-start, and then I will take this down and start posting it from the beginning. I'm sorry, but it really, really has to be done. And it will be different. Better. Readers thus far will know mostly what's going to happen, but some things will be different, and it will be overall different. I'm really very sorry. I hope you will read the re-write, but you absolutely need not feel any obligation to, as I know how much this sucks. Well... I'll see you all in a month! (Because, by the rules of FF, I cannot just post the above notice... I have a snippet of story for you. )


Snowkit woke, the sharp scent of juniper in his nostrils. Inhaling deeply, he could tell that Poppyfeather and the kits were in their new nest in the juniper, while Russetfur had left a while ago. Slowly opening his bright, intelligent golden eyes, he stretched his muscles and got to his paws silently, jaws wide in a yawn. He shook scraps of grass from his fur, his muscles complaining from his sleep on the hard ground.

His stomach growled, and he frowned, knowing that Russetfur wouldn't be back with food for some time, and that what she brought was mostly for Poppyfeather and her kits' benefit. Considering this, he decided to hunt for himself. Ears pricking, he smiled at the thought of catching his own food. How jealous Blossomkit and Thornkit would be! Pain struck him like a bolt of lightning as he had heard the warriors whispering when he was still in the camp. Whispering how his brother and sister were going to die. Snowkit wondered if they were, if he would ever see them again, and a tear rolled down his face. He shook it, and the thoughts that created it, away. It was time to hunt.

Quickly realizing that Russetfur would be very angry if he went too far, and that Poppyfeather would worry, he chose a nearby grove of shrubs as his location. One one side, they dipped down to a marshy puddle that wasn't much bigger than the snarl of junipers he now slept in, but would surely hold some kind of prey.

Sharp eyes peering through the shrubs provided him a disappointing sight. The only life in the puddle he could see were a few dull-scaled minnows. He turned away, then stopped in his tracks, tail flicking side to side. If RiverClan could do it... Why couldn't he? Padding softly to the edge of the silty water, he studied the fish for a moment, before dipping his paw in swiftly, outstretching his claws at the point exactly above the fish and came up with- nothing. The minnows swam to the other side of the puddle. Confused as to how he missed, the kit shook the water from his paw and tried again.

Another miss. Frustrated, he hopped right into the center of the puddle, the water coming up to his chin, and swung his paws blindly in the water. Finally, he hooked a minnow on his claws and tossed it on shore, coming up with another in the same manner. "There." Snowkit mewed in a matter-of-fact tone. "There."

Poppyfeather struggled not to laugh as a muddy, sopping wet Snowkit entered the junipers, carrying two minnows in his jaws. "Been hunting?" she asked innocently, unable to keep a smile from her face.

Tossing a minnow to her, he meowed darkly,"Shut up." And settled into his meal.