Tigerclaw was struck with confusion after seeing Pinestar. Should he forgive him after leaving to be a kittypet? Another light appeared above the Liferock. A tiny gray kit cautiously stepped onto the rock. "A kit?" Tigerclaw asked suspiciously, with a hint of laughter. "I'm getting a life from a kit?" The kit stared at him silently with wide eyes. A cold breeze of wind went through her pale gray fur, and for a heartbeat Tigerclaw saw a huge gray warrior she-cat with a battle scarred pelt with the scent of ThunderClan. Then, the cat went back to her normal kit size. "Not just a kit, Tigerclaw." The kit mewed. "I'm Mistkit, one of your dead sisters." Tigerclaw choked back a yowl of surprise. A sister? If such a cat hadn't died, she would have been a great warrior! Mistkit's eyes started to brighten in the dark. "With your third life, I give you justice. Use it well to be a good leader to all the ShadowClan warriors." Mistkit jumped into the air, quick and high enough to touch Tigerclaw's head. The new life felt like a jolt of pain. Tigerclaw felt scratches and bites of battle. Mistkit stared at Tigerclaw with wide eyes, and Tigerclaw could see the reflection ShadowClan cats, marshes, claws and fangs. Mistkit took one last look at Tigerclaw and walked into the lake, beside Leopardfoot.