SPOILER WARNING!!!!

I know my path will cross Brokenstar's again. And one day I will do something and stop this tide of fire and blood he has unsheathed in the forest
-Yellowfang

All of my life, I have never found the peace I sought. When I was a kit, I was never better than the other kits and always got into some kind of trouble I didn't do. When I became an apprentice of ShadowClan, I was still always behind, because I felt unusual pains often. As a warrior . . . I fell in love with Raggedpelt, which should of never happened but did. It was at that time too that I found out of my ability of feeling other cat's pains, whether it'd be death, sickness or injury.

My StarClan-cursed ability made the medicine cat take interest of me, and she forced upon me being a medicine cat. Over time I learned to enjoy it and actually look forward to healing wounds, but I had to admit that I still loved Raggedpelt. He was angry with me, even as he became deputy. I bore his kits---two weak little she-kits that didn't live for even a day, and an angry looking strong tom kit I named after the broken feeling of my chest.

Over time, Brokenkit grew hungry for power. I always knew he should of never been born because I am a medicine cat, but I never knew that he'd draw such an ill fate for me and the Clan. Brokenpaw, who soon became Brokentail, had rough training for the Clan.

Raggedstar was ShadowClan's leader at the time, and not seeing through Brokentail's lust for blood, he made him into his deputy because they were father and son. Soon, though, Brokentail killed his own father in hopes he would become leader. I never expected that StarClan would let Brokentail receive his nine lives even after doing such treachery. My heart never left Raggedstar, I admit . . . I always loved him and Brokenstar.

But after Brokenstar became leader, ShadowClan went into dark days. Every single day, I would heal injury after injury after injury. Until one day, Brokenstar kicked me out of the Clan because he blamed me for murdering kits, and thus I left.

I became mad, and found my way into ThunderClan, where I stumbled upon a kittypet apprentice they took in. I was surprised at their hospitality and how welcomed I was. I became their medicine cat over time, but I do admit that I miss ShadowClan dearly. But I suppose that my peace didn't come, not even here in ThunderClan.

Ever since I poisoned and killed my son with death berries, I had nightmares. But it all ended the day I died in that forest fire . . . and the last cat I talked to that day was Fireheart, the bravest cat I had ever met in the forest . . .

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I spent my last moments with Fireheart before I entered StarClan. I was so surprised at who I saw there, I was so happy . . . I was just staring in disbelief at the cat who stood before me. My old mentor, Sagewhisker, her eyes burning bright.

"Sagewhisker," I whispered. I purred the loudest I ever could. "It's finally you! I can't believe I'm seeing you again."

Sagewhisker padded forth and touched our noses together. "What did you expect, Yellowfang?" she teased. "Come, there are cats of ShadowClan who want to see you."

"But I am of ThunderClan," I prompted.

"In StarClan, we share no boundaries." Sagewhisker began to make her way toward the bright moon-bathed forest. The moon was as white as Sagewhisker's brilliant star-lit pelt.

I followed my old mentor, keeping close to her that my nose touched her tail. It was so wonderful to breathe in her scent of medicine herbs and flowers once more. I still can't believe I am in StarClan, I thought. I can't believe I'm really dead. I thought of Fireheart and my last moment with him. I really did die. But at least I died knowing that one cat in the Clans know my secret. It made me feel relieved.

I followed her as she led me through the easy twist and turns of the forest. Endless chirps of birds sounded, and mice scraped the wood of trees and squirrels chomped on nuts everywhere. There was countless scents of prey, I couldn't believe my own nose.

"Hunting is so plentiful here," I whispered in awe. "No cat can ever go hungry!"

Sagewhisker nodded. "And no cat does get hungry. All cats of all Clans eat together, sleep together, and share tongues together. We share our prey and stories and make sure that our Clan boundaries are long gone."

I nodded, understanding. That was good to hear, anyway. I am a ThunderClan cat, but I am originally from ShadowClan. Even though I had been forced out of my home Clan and never returned, I still longed to go back. I was hoping I'd see my old friends in StarClan . . . Raggedstar's face flashed into my mind.

I wonder if I will see him.

But suddenly, I did see gray-and-ginger fur flash from the undergrowth. A cat leaped out, her young eyes wild and eager. "Yellowfang!" she exclaimed. "It's so good to see you."

"Silverflame? Is that you?" I asked with surprise. "You look so young, so different! I didn't recognize you at first."

Silverflame purred. "When a cat goes to StarClan, we return here at the age of our happiest moments. But don't worry, our ranks and names never change. Just our age."

One more cat padded our from behind a hawthorn bush. Immediately, I noticed the amber eyes of Raggedstar. "Then why does Yellowfang look so old if we return to StarClan at our happiest moments?" he asked with a purr rumbling in his throat.

I purred too, but softly. "Because, mouse-brain, my most peaceful moment was with Fireheart when I was going in death."

Raggedstar padded forward and touched his warm nose to mine. His pelt was as star-lit as every other cat's. "Welcome, Yellowfang. I had watched you from StarClan since the day I have died. I should of listened to you about Brokenstar."

"I would have done the same," I murmured. "I cared for Brokenstar too, but I feared too much of his future."

"And I let him get what he wanted too much," Raggedstar put in. "There are many ways we could of lead Brokenstar to the right path. But I am happy that the kittypet warrior of ThunderClan has ended his treachery."

I nodded. It felt so good to know that Raggedstar's long-held grudge against me was gone. After all, even though we are not mates anymore, the love I have for him is as everlasting as the wildest fire. All I needed from Raggedstar was approval, and that was all I suppose.

The day went by slowly. I saw many cats of ShadowClan, and many cats of ThunderClan. When I saw Goosefeather and Featherwhisker---even Spottedleaf---I felt happy to see the previous ThunderClan medicine cats. They were my friends as much as Sagewhisker was my friend.

The last cats I saw were Hopekit and Wishkit. I was so happy to see them. I felt more in peace than I had ever experienced in the Clans, truly. My daughters were happy to see me too, and I was glad.

There was no better way to finally replace this peace I was receiving. There was no better warmth that I had ever felt in my whole entire life. I am finally in StarClan, with the cats I love. I was finally at peace.

I am happy that I have peace. I have never experienced it so well before.

by LightningStrikeTC