My starclan clanmates honoured by how much I helped ThunderClan through all their troubles, they decided to give me a second chance at life, to live how I saw fit in this newborn kit called "Spottedkit". The young kit started coughing in a violent fit as blood started spattering on the ground in front of her. I looked at her sadly as she started to join starclan as she passed me. "Farewell, young kit." I mewed as I slowly entered her body, replacing her soul with mine. "Is...is she dead?" Came a soft fearful mew. The cat beside me prodded my side as I was getting adjusted to the small body. "No, she just had some mucus in her throat. Your kit will be fine, Furdapple." Mewed an elderly voice, he must be the medicine cat, I thought silently agreeing with him, but I sensed he knew that the young kit had a new soul. I felt a sigh of relief escape my mother as she began to lick my head gently. I did my best purr but I knew she couldn't hear but she felt it. "Welcome to the world of warriors little-" she paused sniffing what the previous soul had spit up on. I tried my best to sniff the fern. "Spottedkit." She whispered proudly as I fell into a deep sleep comforted by her scent.
A few moons later I awake to a big heavy piece of fluff directly above me, it's my den mate Shrewkit. I muffled out a his and spit her tongue out of my mouth. "Get off furball!" I try to squirm my way out from under her. Shrewkit plants herself even more firmly on my shoulders. "Not until you admit I'm the strongest in the whooole clan." She chirps happily. Shrewkit's mother is the ThunderClan deputy, Mosshade. I purr loudly and manage to get away from her. "Never! My father is the strongest...Well, your mother can be the strongest ThunderClan cat. But my father is the strongest cat ever!" I declared to the she-cat who was just turning five moons old.