I was born alongside my brother, Brackenkit, and two other siblings, Brightkit and Thornkit.

I always had more energy than Brackenkit, leaping around and getting in other cats' paws.

I knew from the way their eyes glimmered with amusement that they didn't mind.

I was excited when I was made an apprentice to Fireheart, the rather handsome ginger warrior.

I slowly evolved from a hyper, tumbling mess of fur to a hyper, snarling mess of fur, ever since I learned the basic ways of fighting.

I felt bad for Brackenpaw when he was constantly neglected by his mentor, Graystripe, who was off doing Starclan-knows-what instead of teaching his first apprentice.

I felt pity for Fireheart when he had to basically train 2 apprentices, taking Brackenpaw as his responsibility.

I felt kind of guilty disobeying Fireheart when he told me to stay put in camp, but ignored the pit in my stomach. I paid the price for my decision severely.

I felt nothing but pain as the monster crashed into me, turning my whole world dark.

I felt despair when I realized I would never be able to be a warrior, and the thought of retiring to the elders at 10 moons old made me sick to the stomach.

I felt useless laying around in camp all day, eating prey that all the other cats worked hard to catch and in the protection of other cats who worked hard to fight.

I felt relief when Yellowfang took me as her apprentice for a medicine cat, and not so useless anymore. I still wanted to be a warrior in my heart, but I didn't mind much. At least I could still do something.

I always had a crush of Fireheart, but because of my new position as a medicine cat, it would never happen. That's what I told myself, but Sandstorm's fiery spirit and pretty green eyes had stolen his heart from the very first glance to the very last breath. I never even had a chance.

I wasn't even in the competition.

I felt happiness when I got my medicine cat name, and for once in my life, I felt worthy.

I felt nothing but grief and pain when my mentor Yellowfang died in the fire. I had to recover though, for the clan.

I felt proud for some reason, when I took Fireheart to become Firestar, after the saddening death of our previous leader, Bluestar. It was a wonderful experience, one I didn't get to be in again.

I was bittersweet when I learned that Sandstorm was expecting Firestar's kits. The jealousy melted away when one of their daughters, Leafkit, decided to become a medicine cat under me.

I noticed the way that Leafpool looked at Crowfeather, but when he looked at her back, it wasn't the same. Apparently it was enough to get her pregnant though.

I was appalled when she ran away, but had a gut feeling that she would come back. I just knew it.

I was right.

I gave my last breath defending Sorreltail and her kits against one of the badgers during the badger attack.

I didn't know what to think when I was reborn into Cinderkit, later Cinderheart. I was glad when she let me go though, I had already lived my life, and I was content with it.

I was the first one to welcome Leafpool into Starclan.

I am Cinderpelt.

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