AN: Some facts you should know before reading this: 1) Most of Cinderpelt's omens were wrong; she was never destined to be a medicine cat. 2) Tigerstar actually felt remorse for crippling Cinderpelt, though he tried to not show it. True facts!

PROLOGUE

Cinderkit laughed and leapt as she played with her friends. New friends! Back home! She smiled. This was SO much better than that smelly place with weird cats and that stupid blind one.

Above her, cats watched from the stars.

One finally stepped forward. "We all know her destiny," she meowed.

"But… she's so full of life," another said tearfully.

"How can we take that from her?" a tom asked. "Sagewhisker, surely this can't be right?"

"ThunderClan needs a medicine cat" was her only answer.

A dappled tortoiseshell looked down. "But how is that right? We let that thing cripple her so she can have a lifetime of muddled prophecies and unclear omens?"

Sagewhisker looked up. "I… agree with you, Spottedleaf. Something should be done."

The tom stared into the eyes of both of them. "How?"

Sagewhisker was pacing, thinking hard. "It will be because of Tigerclaw that she is hit. Our visions… look in them, Tigerclaw actually shows remorse."

A new tom spoke up. "That's brilliant! We should speak to Tigerclaw to get him to stop this?"

"Sunstar's right. This could actually work."

"This is great!"

"I'll go." Leopardfoot stepped out of the shadows. "This is my son. I'll tell him when the time comes."