A/N: Next is a rather interesting one; Cinderpelt. This one was suggested by Raye of the Sunshine.

Disclaimer: I don't even own a cat.

Spirit Cat

Cinderpelt knew that she was dead the second the pain stopped. But it didn't matter to her; she had known that this was coming, and she had accepted it. All in all, sacrificing herself protecting her brother's kits was a good way to die. But she couldn't stop thinking about that black cat she had seen just before she had died.

That unfamiliar scent, those piercing golden eyes… it seemed like she had a reason for coming to her. And that regal way she held herself was just like what she had seen in leaders. But she had only been able to see her for a split second before she had disappeared. Who was she?

"Are you looking for me?" someone asked. Cinderpelt turned around as quickly as she could with her still twisted leg. The black cat had been right behind her, watching her cooly. That scent she had was strange; not like any clan cat, or rogue, or even a kittypet or Tribe Cat.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I am StarClan's messenger. Swiftflight's the name; nice to meet you," she greeted.

Cinderpelt was confused. "Why would StarClan's messenger come here?" she asked.

"Usually, I come here after a cat has died to escort them to StarClan. However…" she continued, eying the dark grey former medicine cat. "Things are a little different for you." Cinderpelt looked confused, so the black cat continued. "You were always destined to be a warrior. But because of Tigerstar's treachery, you were unable to follow your destined path. You were a good medicine cat, but you simply were not meant to be one in the first place."

"But I can never be a warrior!" she protested. "Even if my leg were to heal, as you've said, I'm dead! I can't be a loyal warrior in my clan if I can no longer be with them." She looked down at her paws, deeply saddened. Swiftflight stepped over and gently ran her tail along the younger cat's back.

"That's why I'm here," she purred softly. "StarClan has decided to give you another chance to follow your true path, because you were able to face your impending death so bravely. It's entirely your choice, but I have a feeling you'll do it."

"What do I have to do?"

"If you allow it, I'm going to allow you to be reborn. Normally, a cat stays in StarClan until they eventually fade away, and then they are reborn. But I'm going to allow you to skip that long wait and be reborn right away. You will live on as one of your brother's newborn kits. When you grow up, you can become a true, loyal warrior like you had always wanted to be. However, there is a price; you will not remember any details from your past life. Cinderpelt will cease to exist," she warned. "What will you choose?"

Cinderpelt thought for a moment. Was being a warrior really worth forgetting everything? But StarClan was giving her a chance to finally be what she had always wanted to be. Besides, although old memories were precious, she was willing to give them up for new memories of being a warrior, serving her clan, and going into battle to protect it. She had already protected them one way; it was time for the other.

"I've decided," she finally said. "I'll do it."

Swiftflight purred happily. "I knew you would. This will only take a second…" She touched her nose to Cinderpelt's, letting her power flow into her body. Cinderpelt began to fade into starlight, but instead of simply vanishing, the starlight entered Swiftflight's body. Swiftflight then softly padded towards ThunderClan's nursery, over to where Sorreltail was nursing her kits. She looked down at the four tiny kits, noticing Cinderkit there. The tiny cat that was a copy of her aunt looked up at her, as if she could see her.

Calmly, she touched her nose to Cinderkit's, letting the starlight flow into her body. "Farewell, Cinderpelt. Live your life as you should have."

Cinderheart blinked her eyes open as she turned over in the warrior's den. That was odd… every now and then she'd have a strange dream about a mysterious black cat. She seemed familiar, and she'd always be saying something to her, but she could never tell what it was.

"Cinderheart, come on! You're needed on a hunting patrol!"

Oh, well, it didn't matter. Purring slightly, Cinderheart turned and followed her destined path, not noticing the black cat hiding nearby. With a flick of her tail, she vanished, a small black butterfly the only clue that she had ever been there.

I hope everyone likes how I handled this one.