A/n Hi! This started out as a drabble and now is a prologue to the story. I have the basic idea planned out, and now I need to get it typed. Which most likely won't be until mid-July.

PROLOGUE

From the moment I was born, I was pitied. I don't get it. Why do I have to be blind? I want to see the camp and the forest, actually see it, not in a dream.

Why am I pitied? I feel normal. It wasn't like I could see and then I became blind. I can catch my own prey and I can fight as well. Why don't they see that?

StarClan, why are you punishing me? I haven't done anything wrong. I just want to be accepted, without being pitied. It drives me crazy!

Screech meant well when he asked if Hollypaw and Lionpaw have to lead me around by the tail. The thought of a blind cat is probably shocking. I've lived my whole life blind. I know how to get around. It's even gotten to the point where I can copy movement because all of my senses are very sensitive.

If I had been scratched blind, like Longtail, I wouldn't be so touchy. And I wouldn't mind being pitied then, because it's a sudden change. But I've lived my life this way. I know I've already said it, and I am going to keep saying it until everyone finally understands.

Even Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight treat me differently, though I believe that is more out of protectiveness than pity. Hollypaw understands the most. She never makes bad comments. Lionpaw does, but usually on accident.

I don't know what Leafpool thinks. She hasn't given me any battle training yet, so I'm assuming that she doesn't think I'm capable. She is harsh sometimes. No one understands that the only reason I am so rude is because of all those mouse-brained remarks. If they cut those down by, oh say, five a day, I would be much more cheerful.

I'll almost get to the point where I'm nice when I'm treating someone. "How can you tell what herb is which without seeing them?" or "Amazing that a blind cat can treat wounds!" Will always bring out the evil, sarcastic side of me. The side I actually don't like, but have no way of getting rid of it while I'm treated so specially. Of course, it doesn't help that everyone is that way all the time. Along with completely acting like a kit over the smallest injuries.

Cinderpaw is well on her way to understanding who I am. After staying in the Medicine cat den for so long, I guess she picked up on some things. That and she asks questions about me, not being blind. When she was in the Medicine cat den, we talked when nobody was around. It was really nice to have someone understand that I felt like a normal cat. She treats me normally. I played catch with her while she was there. Of course, after the first time, I made sure that Leafpool wouldn't catch us.

I think I like her. I can't even think about being her mate, though. I am going to be a medicine cat whether I like it or not and the warrior code forbids it.

I believe that StarClan is punishing me for something. Why else am I blind and forced to be a medicine cat? I can't think of what they could be punishing me for, though.

Is being a medicine cat the only way for me to go? I want to see! I really want to see!

I guess that I can walk other cat's dreams because StarClan pity me as well, but that would mean that I am not part of that prophecy, or am I?

Wait, what if this situation is meant to teach me a lesson. To help me prepare for... what? I think I'll go tell Cinderpaw, she might have an idea.

A/n Please tell me what you think!! I hope you liked it.

-Lonekit