Why?

I remember it all.

When Firestar told me I couldn't be a warrior.

When I became a medicine cat.

When I couldn't be with Firestar, and he chose Sandstorm.

When Starclan showed me my death.

When Leafpool began meeting with Crowfeather.

When the badger came into the nursery.

Sometimes I wonder and dream why.

Why was my fate so cruel?

Why did Starclan show me that?

Why did my leg get crushed?

When Firestar told me I couldn't be a warrior, I was crushed. I felt like I had no point in existing. There was no way for me to help my Clan.

When I became a medicine cat, I knew there was another way to serve the Clan. But it was not the way I wanted to. I had wanted to be a great warrior, always catching the most prey and at the front of the battle patrol. But I couldn't. Instead I was forced to stay in camp, healing not fighting.

When Firestar became mates with Sandstorm, I felt my heart split in two. The cat I loved was with another.

When Starclan showed me my death, I couldn't belive what I was seeing. I was still young and had many things yet to accomplish!

When I realized Leafpool was meeting with Crowfeather, I felt so betrayed. She was a medicine cat! How could she betray the code! I hadn't, even though I was forced upon a path I didn't want.

When the badger came into the nursery, I simply just gritted my teeth and tried to protect Sorreltail. I knew I was about to die, but at least before I did I could bring new life into the Clan. Right as the badger struck, and I lay there on the ground, my vision fading and going black, Leafpool came bursting into the nursery, with Crowfeather right behind her. At least I now knew that the Clan was in safe paws as long as Leafpool stayed.

When everything went black completely, I knew Starclan had come to take me. But before they could, I was born into a brand new life: Cinderhearts.

When Cinderheart finally released me I was happy. Not sad as you might think, but happy. I had lived two lives. THe first was sad burt the second was the life I had always wanted.

I do sometimes wonder though, what my first life would have been like, if I hadn't gotten injured by that monster.

And all of those things make up me.

Cinderpelt.