Summary: Moss was never normal. From the second she was born, Moss had been visited by a cat with a starry pelt. Now Moss is Mossfire, medicine cat of TigerClan, with a destiny only StarClan knows about.

A\N: ^Yeah, I know the summary sucks.^ I'm sorry. Anyways if your wondering if this is replacement for "The Evil in Their Hearts", it is. I am very sorry if you wanted MaximumRideFangLover97 to keep writing that story, but because this is technically my warrior cat's story based on the last two summers of my life it seemed better that I wrote it. If you want to read a warriors fanfiction from MaximumRideFangLover97, she might be doing one called Mudstar's Choices. Do not hold me to that though. I just suggested the idea to her, since I took her (technically my) story. Anyways, please enjoy the story anyways. :)

Prologue

My name is Mosskit. I am a kit of StarClan. I died before I was even made an apprentice. I thought I would never get a chance to become deputy like my brother, sister, mother, and father, let alone a warrior or even an apprentice. I watched my mother become deputy then leader. I watched my father become deputy then die in a battle that had been fought since the ancient clans. I watched my brother become deputy and I watched him die too. I watched my sister become deputy then the first half-clan leader. I watched my family from StarClan. I wished I could have fought beside them. I wished for a second chance.

"Bluestar, what is it?" a white she-cat purred to a blue she-cat.

"She deserves a second chance, too," the blue cat whispered.

"Who deserves a second chance?" the white cat replied.

"Mosskit, Snowfur. Mosskit," Bluestar whimpered.

Snowfur remained silent. There was nothing she could say to that.

"Cinderpelt was forced to give up her dreams because of me! Cinderpelt got a second chance. Mosskit died because of me. She deserves a second chance too!" Bluestar wailed.

Snowfur stroked Bluestar's fur. "Hush, it's okay."

"No, it's not. You died because of me too…"

"Bluestar, you know that's not true! It was those ShadowClan cats!" Snowfur said firmly.

Bluestar's tears kept on flowing, and Snowfur kept stroking Bluestar.

A reddish brown tom walked over to the two she-cats. "Snowfur, what's going on?"

"She's crying about how everything is her fault again, Oakheart," Snowfur answered, rolling her blue eyes.

"I'll watch her. Yellowfang and Spottedleaf were looking for you and Bluestar. Tell them I'll bring Bluestar soon. Okay?" Oakheart meowed.

Snowfur nodded then ran off in the direction Oakheart had come.

"Bluestar, you need to calm down now. Yellowfang and Spottedleaf have some good news for you, but we need to go now. So, come on. Stop your wailing," Oakheart whispered into his mate's ear.

After a few moments, Bluestar calmed herself down enough to enough to say, "Okay."

The pair made their way to Yellowfang, Spottedleaf, and Snowfur quickly with their tail twined together.

"Bluestar! Glad you could join us! This very much concerns you," a beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat mewed, her face beaming.

"What, Spottedleaf?" Bluestar said.

Spottedleaf pointed her tail at a small gray-and-white kit sitting a fox-length away.

"Mosskit?" Bluestar asked, puzzled.

"Hers and your request has been granted, conditionally," a gray she-cat said.

"Her second chance," Bluestar whispered.

"Yes, but like Yellowfang said, conditionally," Spottedleaf said.

"What do you mean conditionally?" Bluestar hissed.

"Things won't work the way they did for Cinderheart. Mosskit won't just be reborn and barely remember her past. She'll be a part of another cat, and that cat will be able to see and hear Mosskit. That cat will feel everything Mosskit feels, and Mosskit will feel everything that cat feels. You get it?" Yellowfang growled.

"No, but if this is Mosskit's only chance…" Bluestar muttered.

"Good," Yellowfang said, and then Mosskit was gone.

"Where did she go?" Bluestar said, a growl rising up in her throat.

"To her second chance."