Okay, this is the second draft. Boy, did the previous one have bad mistakes and horrible writing. I understand why people flamed me. I hope they don't now...

Setting: Firestar's Quest, after the scene in the ShyClan medicine den, when Spottedleaf gives Sandstorm the birdock root

-Firestar's POV-

"What I wouldn't give for things to be different."

That was the last thing Spottedleaf had said to him that night. And it couldn't have been any more true. Firestar wanted things to be different.

No, you don't, Firestar's mind replied. Sandstorm is your mate now, there's no going back.

But in the warrior's den of the SkyClan camp, late at night, a terrible truth was revealed to Firestar. He loved Sandstorm. But he didn't love her as much as he loved Spottedleaf. He had used Sandstorm. He used her to try to give meaning to the period of time between Spottedleaf's death and when Firestar could join her in StarClan. Sandstorm had been right. Firestar did want Spottedleaf to be with him instead of Sandstorm.

But the problem was that the knowledge wouldn't help. Firestar was still leader of ThunderClan, Sandstorm was still his his mate, and Spottedleaf was still a medicine cat that was dead. The worst part of that part was that Spottedleaf was a medicine cat.

Yellowfang and Runningnose had kits, even though Yellowfang was a medicine cat.

But Spottedleaf's dead. Your mate is Sandtorm, and you're the leader of ThunderClan.

Graystripe is a good deputy, if I never came back, he would understand.

But what about Sandstorm?

She'd move on, eventually.

That's preposterous!

Oh, if Spottedleaf was a warrior instead!

You were still an apprentice.

Tired of bickering with himself, Firestar went to sleep that night feeling miserable and helpless.

-Spottedleaf's POV-

"What I wouldn't give for things to be different."

That was the last thing that Spottedleaf said to Firestar that evening. She would have said more, but Sandstorm was hovering at her mate's side. Whenever Firestar even spoke of Spottedleaf, Sandstorm's eyes glowed like she thought Firestar would say more, would reject her. So Spottedleaf had to play along. Oh, how she hated playing along. And she could tell that Firestar hated it too. But ever since Sandstorm became Firestar's mate, Firestar started to seem less like he was playing around.

Spottedleaf was so absorbed in her thoughts of Firestar, she didn't notice that her mother, Tawnytail, had sat down beside her.

"What is bothering you?" Tawnytail asked quietly.

"Just some idiotically petty jealousy." Spottedleaf answered, trying to shrug off the question.

"Firestar, isn't it?" Tawnytail guessed.

Spottedleaf tried to avoid her mother's gaze, but she eventually had to submit.

"I would really never trust you again if you told me that your jealousy of Sandstorm really didn't matter." Tawnytail growled.

"I'm even jealous of Cinderpelt because Firestar can see her in the waking world. This matters a lot to me." Spottedleaf sighed.

"How much?" Tawnytail inquired anxiously.

"A lot."

"If you were in the waking world, what would you do? Kill Sanstorm?"

"Nothing that could cause Firestar pain. And Sandstorm didn't do anything wrong."

"So what would you do?" Tawnytail asked again.

"If there were someway I would have never have been a medicine cat."

"I thought you loved medicine cat life!" Tawnytail gasped.

"I did. But I love Firestar more. Much more."

"We need to get you to Featherwhisker." Tawnytail observed.

"Featherwhisker? Why?" What does Featherwhisker have to do with this?

Spottedleaf painfully ripped her eyes away from Firestar and followed Tawnytail to her mentor.

"Featherwhisker!" Tawnytail called.

"Yes?" answered Featherwhisker.

"Spottedleaf wants to change."

"Why on earth would she want to do that?"

"Firestar." Tawnytail answered simply.

"So her feelings for him are that great?"

"Why else would she want to change?"

"Wait!" Spottedleaf stopped their exchange suddenly. "What exactly do you mean by 'change' and can I be part of the conversation about my own future?"

"Actually, it's more like your past. You see, when a cat's destiny goes horribly, horribly wrong, a cat can change it's life and get to live it all over, but avoiding their previous mistake." Featherwhisker explained.

Spottedleaf's eyes widened to the size of moons, and when she tried to speak, all that came out was, "Wow..."

"You do realize that no cat has ever changed before?" Featherwhisker asked.

"Then how do you know about it?" Spottedleaf asked.

"We were planning to change Cinderpelt after she trains an apprentice." Featherwhisker explained.

"Oh. So can I, you know, change?" Spottedleaf asked anxiously.

"Well, I suppose it is possible..."

Spottedleaf squealed with excitement.

"Then we must speak with Sunstar to perform the ceremony." Tawnytail declared.

Spottedleaf couldn't help mewing, "There's a ceremony for that?!"

"There's a ceremony for everything." Featherwhisker meowed sarcastically.

Sunstar appeared within seconds. "So Spottedleaf wants to change, huh?"

"Yes, I do." Spottedleaf answered for herself.

"You understand the cost? Nothing will be the same." Sunstar urged.

"Isn't that the idea?"

"So you are sure about this?" Featherwhisker asked.

"Obviously."

"Then I, Sunstar, call upon the rest of us to help Spottedleaf achieve the past and change it. Spottedleaf, do you promise to keep fate from falling and to achieve what you must?"

"I do." Spottedleaf replied firmly.

"Then what point in time do you wish to begin your life over?"

"Kit-hood, so I can become a warrior apprentice."

All the Starclan spirits came together at that moment, and Spottedleaf began to shimmer. She closed her eyes, and then she opened them.

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She was in the Thunderclan nursery, and she was a kit. A four-moon-old kit.

"Spottedkit!" called her sister, Moonkit.

"Yes?"

"Oh, right, I forgot. You don't like to fight. Sorry."

"Actually, I would love to play-fight with you." mewed Spottedkit.

Oh, yeah! Prologue, done! Oh, yeah! Operation: no flamers, stage one complete!