"From this day forth, this cat shall be known as Nutberry."
The newly named she-cat shuffled her paws anxiously. Would StarClan accept her? What would happen if they didn't? What if she was never meant to be a medicine cat? She took a deep breath. She was WindClan's medicine cat, and she would be for moons, likely seasons, to come.
Her mentor, Wildburr, nudged her forward. "Come, Nutberry. It is your time to share with StarClan."
Still nervous, Nutberry settled near the Moonpool and closed her bright amber eyes.
Nutberry found herself in a huge field. Everything was so bright and colorful. She saw StarClan cats chase after a squirrel. When the rodent crawled up a tree, a white tom leapt up and caught it in his jaws, before turning to nuzzle a gray she-cat.
A voice behind her purred. "Nutberry, are you prepared to be WindClan's medicine cat?"
Nutberry whipped around to see a golden she-cat, with eyes as bright as ice at moonhigh. Her belly was a soothing snow-white, and her flank was traced with scars of old battles, but it only seemed to add to her beauty. Her coat was of deep contrast to Nutberry's tawny and black pelt.
"Who are you?" Nutberry's curiosity overrode her fear as she stared at the bright she-cat.
"I am Goldenfrost, the medicine cat of Windclan before your mentor, Wildburr."
Now that Nutberry got a closer look at the spirit, she could see that her paws had small stains of green, likely from herbs. Her eyes were kind and bright. Nutberry felt a tie to this cat, for some odd reason.
As though Goldenfrost had read her mind, the old medicine cat said, "Did you forget? I was at your kitting." She purred goodheartedly as realization dawned on Nutberry.
Suddenly, Nutberry remembered everything from before she opened her eyes and beyond. Her mother was a rouge who joined the clan for her kitting, and died after she was born. Her father was a WindClan warrior who was brutally murdered by a RiverClan cat. Nutberry was chosen to be a medicine cat because she understood. From the moment she was born, she saw the world in a way that no other cat could. Even though she lost her parents, she saw the world as kind and giving. She knew that not even StarClan was responsible for death or life or the in-between. They were not gods. They were ordinary cats who passed away and got into the afterlife.
Nutberry blinked. Goldenfrost was still there. "Do you see now?" she murmured softly. "You weren't chosen because of what you know in your brain," she placed a paw on Nutberry's chest, "It's because of what you know in your heart."
Goldenfrost began to fade, along with the StarClan territory. Nutberry watched as her dream slowly emitted. "Remember, young Nutberry," Goldenfrost called, "The heart is the strongest thing a warrior has."
Nutberry woke up, her mentor standing over her. "How was your first dream as a full medicine cat?" he purred.
Nutberry scrambled up. "It was perfect." She whispered.