| rdfs:comment | - Snowflower was running. She was running away from her clan. She knew she was a coward, but in a way, she didn't care. The deputy, Pinefrost, had glared at her and forced her to be her mate. Two moons later, she found out that she was close to having kits. She would live as a rogue for a while. The important thing was not to be in WindClan. Everything else didn't matter at this point. "Hey! Who are you?" A golden tom stepped out from behind a tree. "Hey, are you Snowflower of WindClan?" Snowflower gave a weak nod. "How did you know?" "I saw you at Gatherings. Anyway, what are you doing here?"
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| abstract | - Snowflower was running. She was running away from her clan. She knew she was a coward, but in a way, she didn't care. The deputy, Pinefrost, had glared at her and forced her to be her mate. Two moons later, she found out that she was close to having kits. She would live as a rogue for a while. The important thing was not to be in WindClan. Everything else didn't matter at this point. Suddenly, Snowflower dropped. My kits are coming! She felt the pain and desperately bit down on a stick. Just then, she felt the first kit come out, white with silver tabby patches. Soon after, the pain stopped. She must be the only one. "Hey! Who are you?" A golden tom stepped out from behind a tree. "Hey, are you Snowflower of WindClan?" Snowflower gave a weak nod. "How did you know?" "I saw you at Gatherings. Anyway, what are you doing here?" Snowflower told the tom her story. When she was finished, the tom gave her a comforting lick. "I'm Brackenfeather," he explained. "Would you like to join ThunderClan?" Snowflower nodded gratefully. "This is Ivykit," she told him, resting her tail on her kit's head. Brackenfeather nodded, and the three cats walked off toward camp.
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