"Yes. We are two separate spirits that were once one. Cinderpelt and Cinderheart, your mother." Cinderpelt mewed. My mind blazed with confusion.

"Why did you come to me?" I asked. My mother flicked her tail for me to follow. Cinderpelt padded behind me. Why did she have to be a medicine cat? She was able to put weight on her paw as if nothing was wrong. She seemed to sense my doubts.

"Like your paw doesn't hurt now, mine doesn't either. Even in a dream, disabilities are taken away from all StarClan cats. Just like Jayfeather can see in his dreams, you and I can walk normally." Cinderpelt explained. I was still a bit confused, but I ignored it. I didn't want to be a pest to these StarClan cats. They had brought me here for a reason. I couldn't have them dislike me.

The two she-cats led me to a clearing. Sounds of battle flowed around me. Before I could ask why, Cinderpelt and Cinderheart were gone. Now, images flashed through my mind of cats battling. Some held stars in their pelts, glittering with the knowledge of StarClan. Others had nothing but darkness, evil clouding their eyes. I wanted to cry out, stop the battle, but nothing came out. Instead, the ground fell beneath me, and I was sent falling into darkness. I landed with a thud in a new forest. Except the wind here was worse, tugging my pelt as if to rip it off. I shivered. Where had the fighting cats gone? I looked around. They weren't here. Instead, a pair of amber eyes stared at me. I tilted my head and began to go to investigate, but whatever was there was gone, and I found the world around me going dark once more.

I woke up back in the medicine den. Jayfeather was already awake, sorting through his herbs. I sigh in boredom and slipped outside. Fernpaw and Bramblepaw were sharing tongues by the halfrock, so I grabbed a small mouse and joined them.

"How is your medicine training going?" Fernpaw asked. I snorted as if the question was a joke. Bramblepaw's tail twitched.

"Are you even trying? You didn't help Jayfeather at all when he took that thorn out." She mewed. I snorted again.

"I don't want to be a medicine cat. I'm tired of being stuck, alone, in the medicine den with that blind old grump!" I growled, ripping a shred of the mouse off and chewing it angrily. Fernpaw pulled the mouse away with a concerned look.

"Don't take it out on the mouse." She teased lightly. I looked away.

"I think Jayfeather is rubbing off on you." Bramblepaw pointed out plainly. "You're here saying he is a grump, but you are sitting here complaining about being stuck in the medicine den all day." She added. I growled. I hated it when she was right! I stood up and glared at them.

"I'm going out." I mewed. Before either could suggest I take one of them with me. I stalked out of the clearing. Foxcatcher was on guard. I avoided his gaze.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Jayfeather wants me to get some mallow." I lied dully.

"Want me to come with you? I don't want you getting hurt." He mewed. I shook my head and padded off.

"I can care for myself. Maybe you should have paid more attention!" I grumbled when he was out of earshot. I headed straight for the lake. Maybe the view and fresh air would make me feel better.

I was half right. The view was breathtaking. I could straight into RiverClan territory, but it was too far to see any cats. I sighed. What could I do? I was trapped in the medicine den all day, lying to my Clanmates just to escape. I had to work harder then any cat to prove myself.

"I jumped at the sound of pawsteps. They were coming closer. Relieved the lake would hide my scent, I dived into the bushes nearby. After a couple seconds, Jayfeather appeared. Instead of stopping to admire the view, though I highly doubted he would, he swerved toward a tree, which knotted roots held in them a peculiar stick. I carefully made my way toward him. Jayfeather stroked his paw across the smooth stick. Up close, I could see why. It had many scratches on it, some crossed and others not. His paw paused on a set of five long and three short scratches. All were scored through.

"Thank you, Fallen Leaves. If it weren't for you, none of us would be here now." He mewed. He continued down, resting his paw on a single scratch, this one un-scored. "You have helped me before. Maybe you could help me with this. Why won't Beechpaw listen to me? What am I doing wrong? She is so stubborn. She refuses to identify herbs I know she knows. She only goes near patients to talk, not to help. She just hangs out all day. Why can't she understand that I know how she feels? I know she doesn't want to be a medicine cat. Neither did I. Sometimes, destiny isn't something you want. But it is your destiny, and you can't change it." He let out a long sigh. "At the foxes paws one lives and one dies. Together, they can stop the spreading darkness. Only then will the dead cats live." He had pulled his paw from the stick. Now, he carefully replaced it in the tree roots, as if any speck of dirt would ruin it. "I thought Beechpaw was the one in the prophecy. Was I wrong?"

Hope you liked Jayfeather's monologue. It was kind of fun to write. Haha. I like his stick. It makes me laugh when he talks to it. So, I decided I would put it here. Oh yeah, and I know I already put a lot in, even though this story was just posted today. I've seriously been working on this fr about a month, but haven't had the chance to put it here yet. I have up to Chapter 10, but chapter 8 is at school. I have to email it to myself before I post it. Strangely enough, I haven't been in 4th period, which is my computer class, for two days. Last time I was there, I sent myself chapter 1. Anyway, hope you like it! R&R!