A/N: Hi everyone! This is my second ever fanfic and it's the first fanfic of mine that is an actual story. My other one's just poetry. Its awesome by the way. so if you have the chance you should totally check it out.

OK sooo…
I'm nervous.
The end.

Really, though, let's get on to it. Sorry if it sucks.

This is all from Cinderpelt's POV. (not Cinderheart)..and also I don't know how often I'll update this or how many chapters it'll end up lasting. My other fanfic "Poems & such : Warrior's Style" will always go first for me. & if this goes that badly, I'll take it down.

Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors...

The First Breath

My first breath of air.

That's where it all started. Isn't that where it always starts? For everyone? And everything? At the first breath…

I remember it fairly well for me to have been so little at the time. Not everyone remembers their first breath, but somehow, I do. I remember opening my little, mewling, kit-sized mouth wide in hopes of sucking down all the air that would come my way. I remember trying with all my might to force down as much oxygen as physically possible for a cat as tiny as I was - as we all are when we're kits.

Past that, I can't remember too much more – I was young, after all, almost as young as I could possibly have gotten – but I do remember a few small, insignificant details (other than fighting to breathe) that really don't have any importance at all.

Brightkit whining in the corner, already wanting Frostfur to suckle her. Silly Brightkit.

Also, Brackenkit sat in the shadows, off to the side, being patient, polite, and serious, like always. And I do mean always.

I remember not being able to see…

I hated that part worse of all. I was so curious from the very start that I didn't want to wait to be able to behold the wonder that was sight. I wanted to be able to see everything right then at that exact moment.

Of course, I still had to wait. Just like everyone else.

But the fact that I wanted sight more than anything at that moment in my life stuck with me. Don't know why.

Past that, however, I don't remember a whole lot else.

That was my first breath. Maybe I'm overanalyzing but from the very first to the very last breath I breathed in and out physically many time, just like everyone else who breathes. Too many breaths to count. Too many to even think about.

I don't remember all the pointless breaths that though small and seemingly non-important, carried me through life. However, I remember very clearly the moment that took the breath clear out of me. Left me speechless, wonderstruck, whether it was from horror or happiness. Those are the times I remember.

And those are the times that I'm here to tell you about.

Because those are the times that actually matter.

A/N: Well, maybe that was too much detail or whatever. I don't know.
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