So, this is my first fic on here, it's about the way Cinderpelt was reincarnated and the cats responsible. Anyhow, enjoy!

Cinderpelt died. She floated through the heavens, on her way towards StarClan. She was sad, but happy in a way. She was finally going to see her mother Frostfur, and her mentor Yellowfang again. She knew ThunderClan was in good paws when she left Leafpool behind. She had performed one last duty in saving Sorreltail's kits, which she guessed kind of made up for letting Silverstream die. Cinderpelt was finally at peace. Her one regret was Firestar. She knew he was happy with Sandstorm, but she would always wonder what would have happened if she hadn't been hit on that Thunderpath. Just as she was ready to greet my former Clanmates, she stopped. Opening her eyes, she saw she was in a dark cave. In the center, there was a large, shining pool of water, like the Moonpool, only different. There were a few cats surrounding it, cats she'd never seen before. Surely this unfamiliar setting couldn't be StarClan? The former ThunderClan medicine cat opened my mouth to speak. "Where am I?"

A white-furred she-cat padded over to her. "I am Mothflight. Welcome to the Pool of Reflection." She meowed, a shine in her stormy-green eyes. "You have found your way to the Second Chance Agency. My friends and I were the first ever medicine cats. I was the cat who discovered the Moonstone." Cinderpelt was stunned. Here were cats she had heard in legends, as powerful and old as Thunderstar himself! She remained speechless as they came up to introduce themselves. First was a long furred black and white tom, who mewed that he was Cloudspots of ThunderClan in a warm voice. Following him were a tortoiseshell named Dapplepelt of RiverClan, a dark ShadowClan tabby named Pebbleheart, and a bright ginger she-cat named Risingfur. Cinderpelt was intrigued by the fifth cat, but held back the questions. There were some things she wasn't meant to know just yet.

Mothflight continued. "When we came to StarClan, we were given a reward for our service. We were given control over this pool, which has the power to bring any cat back to life, if we see them worthy. We have determined that you are such a cat." If Cinderpelt wasn't surprised before, she was now. "Back to life? Then why would StarClan have me die?" Dapplepelt spoke up this time. "There are limitations. You will be reborn as a kit, having to restart your entire life on a clean slate. Your memories of your past life will fade." "Also keep in mind that we can't turn back time," Pebbleheart added. "You will be born to a different mother and father, have whole new littermates, another mentor… we can't get you a do-over, but we can get you pretty close." Cloudspots then began to speak. "You have made your Clan proud as a medicine cat, and you have my utmost respect. But we felt you deserved a chance to know what it was like to be a warrior, to fight and hunt for your Clan, a chance to know love." Firestar's face flickered across the pool, then it was replaced by a handsome golden tom and a gray tabby. "Who are they?" Cinderpelt mewed curiously. "Both are possible mates for you. You will still have to choose your own path." "So what will it be, Cinderpelt?" Mothflight meowed. She looked up from the pool and nodded. "I will go back." The cats purred and nodded their approval. "Then just step into the Pool of Reflection. We will do the rest." Cinderpelt closed her eyes, and jumped.

The water immersed her, it felt cold and hot at the same time. She could see flashes of her old life; her and Brackenfur's apprentice ceremony, the monster hitting her leg, Yellowfang's death, Firestar's leader ceremony, Squirrelkit and Leafkit's birth, the Great Journey- then the memories stopped and reality kicked in. Though she couldn't see, she sniffed and found scents she had smelt just a few minutes ago. She was back in the camp, the badger attack roaring around her ears. With a bit more sniffing, she realized with a start that she was one of Sorreltail's kits, the kits she had saved just before she died. Being a kit again was an odd sensation. She felt so small and helpless. She couldn't make words form, all that came out was a weak mew. A wave of grief washed over her as she heard Leafpool's cry. "She's gone! Cinderpelt is dead!" No, she lives on. Cinderpelt thought her last conscious thought and let the kit's brain take over, her life ended, and Cinderheart's just begun.

Well? What do you think? Yes, I made Risingfur up as the medicine cat for SkyClan. Just how I pictured her. Now it is up to you, the reviewers, to determine which cat should be reincarnated next! Flame if you don't like it, I love a good flame. Leopardfire is out!