Hey! I'm going to be redoing Roseclaw's New Beginning. I am changing it to third-person. This first part, she is Blossomheart, and she knows who she is and what her real life is like. But when she wakes up, she won't remember anything. Enjoy! Well… Enjoy it again I guess.

Blossomheart opened her eyes to darkness. She couldn't see anything. She could feel she was lying on her side, but she couldn't move. She couldn't hear anything, that is, if there was anything to hear. She felt as if her whole body was frozen. That can't be right. Blossomheart thought. It's the beginning of greenleaf. Her thoughts were interrupted by a light in front of her. At first it was just a small dot. Then it got bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until it was practically blinding her. When her eyes adjusted to the light, Blossomheart recognized the white tortoiseshell pelt and amber eyes of her mother. But when she looked closer, she realized that this cat had a black tipped tail, which her mother did not.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Blossomheart's mind filled with questions.

"I am Spottedleaf," the she-cat responded, her voice sweet and kind. "I was the medicine cat of ThunderClan long before the clans moved to the lake. You were badly injured in a fight. With whom, I do not know."

Blossomheart gasped. "Am I dead?"

Spottedleaf shook her head. "It is not your time yet. You still have a mate and kits who love you very much. But when you wake, you will not remember anything."

"Can't you do something to stop it? Your StarClan for- well… for your sake."

Spottedleaf sighed. "I asked StarClan to allow you one more chance, and they agreed, but this was the price. I promise, though, everything will be fine. You just must give it time." She glanced over her shoulder, then back at Blossomheart. "I must go now." She mewed

"No! Don't go!" Blossomheart pleaded, but the medicine cat had already faded away.

Her eyes slowly flickered open to slits. The she-cat couldn't remember anything, not even her name. But it didn't make a difference. She was in so much pain that she was too weak to even try to remember.
The young warrior sniffed the air and smelt herbs. She heard paw steps coming toward her. A couple heartbeats later, she saw four legs standing in front of her. She opened her eyes a bit wider and looked up to see a snow white she-cat with icy blue eyes. The white she-cat gasped and looked over her shoulder and meowed, "She's awake." to someone outside the den.
Once again, the injured she-cat heard paw steps coming into the den. A light grey tom with dark grey specks and blue eyes came in. He also had a white sock and a white tipped tail. "Can you help her sit up, Winterstep?" the tom asked.

The white she-cat, Winterstep, nodded. She grabbed the injured cat by the scruff, softly pulling her up until she was sitting.

Ashwhisker opened his mouth to say something, but the she-cat beat him to it. "Where am I? Who are you? How did I get here?"

Ashwhisker nodded. "I suppose I owe you an explanation. One of our warriors, Wildwind, was out getting moss with Shadepaw, one of our apprentices. Shadepaw ran ahead, chasing a squirrel. That's when he found you laying there. You were badly hurt, so we brought you back here. You have been out since sunhigh." He straitened his back and sat up tall. "I'm Ashwhisker-"
I could've guessed that
"-Deputy of ShadowClan. Now, what's your name?"

The she-cat froze. "I…I don't have one…" She whispered.

"It's alright," Ashwhisker said calmly. "How long until she is well enough to move?" he asked Winterstep.

"A couple more days," Winterstep replied, glancing at the injured she-cat. "Maybe a week at the most."

"But where would I go?" The she-cat asked Ashwhisker. "I don't have a den. At least I don't think I do…"

"What?!" yowled someone from outside the den.

Ashwhisker winced, lowering his ears. "Uh-oh..."
Suddenly, a grey she-cat with white paws and amber eyes burst into the den. "So there is a loner in the camp!" The she-cat hissed, looking at the injured warrior.

Ashwhisker looked at the she-cat. "Wolfstar, I thought you said you were going on patrol."

"We were attacked by a RiverClan patrol near the border, so we came back early," Wolfstar told him. "Now explain to me why there is a loner in my camp!"

"Shadepaw and Wildwind found her," Winterstep was the one to reply. "She was badly injured-"

"So you bring her to the camp?" Wolfstar interrupted.

"She would have died if we didn't." Ashwhisker meowed calmly. "She could become a great ShadowClan warrior." He added.

Wolfstar padded up to the injured warrior. She sniffed her fur, looked at her claws, looked at her eyes, and then backed away. "So be it," Wolfstar replied finally.

"So does this mean I'm a part of your clan?" The she-cat asked.

Wolfstar growled. "Don't push it," She warned. "You're lucky I'm letting you stay. Until you leave, you shall be known as Roseclaw."

"Roseclaw?" Winterstep repeated. "Why Roseclaw?"

"I just like the name," Wolfstar replied simply, walking out of the den.

Winterstep looked at Roseclaw. "Welcome to ShadowClan," she purred. She looked at Ashwhisker. "Now shoo," she told the deputy, pushing him out with her muzzle. "She needs to rest."

Roseclaw curled up in her nest. Roseclaw… she thinks. It doesn't matter who I was before. I am now Roseclaw. Roseclaw of ShadowClan!