Cricketkit was always expected to be a burden. Born to a medicine cat, her life was safe from the very beginning. Then, Twolegs took her, and she though her way of life's been lost forever. When her clanmates came to rescue her, she's been beyond happy. But her safety had terrible price. Twisting her paw in the middle of her rescue, she was never able to stand upright ever again. Useless. A burden. She didn't have many choices what to do. Become medicine cat, working with her overly protective mother, become early retired elder when her littermates became warriors, or flee. But then, she came. One eyed cat, who could save them all - or destroy them. -- If Clan cats would have to describe Empty, they would describe her as a rogue. Yet, she doesn't feel like rogue. She feels like she has purpose. She has friends. But accident strikes her group, and Empty is forced to seek help within the Clans. And she met her. Twisted-pawed cats, who could save her- or lead her toward darkness. -- Two fates connected. Two cats to know each other. Two souls to destroy each other