"We are born and reborn countless number of times, and it is possible that each being has been our parent at one time or another. Therefore, it is likely that all beings in this universe have familial connections."

Dalai Lama

I remembered everything, but yet could not say a word. It was as if I were a kit, but there were two parts of me. One, the old me, and two, the new me. The new me controlled everything and the old me just remembered...and watched. That was all the old me did, but it was all she had to do and I was perfectly fine with it.

Really, I should be dead and up with StarClan, but here I was. StarClan had given me the greatest gift ever...the gift of rebirth. Not many cats recieved this gift, in fact, I never learned of one who actually did, but I did it. Though, nobody knew.

Sometimes, it drove me mad watching everyone greive over my death. Sometimes I wanted to say, "I'm here, stop grieving!" But they wouldn't listen. Oh, they never listen. They would just think I was a fool, plus that side was the old me and the old me couldn't go around saying stuff like that...StarClan forbid!

The old me yearned all the time for it's friends and it's apprentice, but I kept it back. If I let it slip even once, StarClan would get angry. There were rules and even I had to follow them even though I broke the biggest one and that was that dead things stay dead.

When I hurt my leg, I was sure I would finally just snap. StarClan had promised that they would give me the life that I had dreamed about, but they didn't! I was going down the same path I went down in my previous life and this was not good! Not good at all!

Though, StarClan did keep their word. I recovered and was on my way back to becoming a warrior. Oh how good it would feel to just stand there and recieve my warrior's name and hear everyone shout my name. Cinder...Cinder...Cinder... The last part still remained unknown to me, but I knew it was coming.

I sometimes miss being a medicine cat, but I love training for a warrior. Sometimes I watch Jaypaw and Leafpool and sometimes think all the names of the herbs that they are using and their uses. The new me was confused at how I knew this, but the old me knew that this was just normal for me...Cinderpelt, the great medicine cat.

In all my life I had never been given such an honour as this...my warrior name. It was amazing and wonderful. Horray! My life goal is accomplished! The new me just felt the regular happiness while the old me was thinking:

It is complete.

Just a random oneshot about Cinderpelt and her rebirth and just some thoughts as she goes through her life. I know, short, but it's late and I wanted to post something before I went to bed.

Love,

Holly