Hi! This is my idea of what should have happened to Cinderpelt. We're beginning the story at the time when Cinderpaw woke up in the medicine den after getting crippled.

"I'm never going to be a warrior, am I?" Cinderpaw muttered. Yellowfang sighed. "I don't know, young one. I don't know." Fireheart sat by his apprentice. "Isn't there anything we can do?" He asked, looking at Yellowfang with pleading eyes. "I'm not sure. This is something that could potentially be with her for her entire life." Yellowfang replied, inspecting Cinderpaw's leg. Cinderpaw cried out as pain seared through her. Yellowfang gently began rubbing the leg with wet moss. The blood was soaked up, and now Yellowfang wanted to clean out the open wound before wrapping it in cobwebs. Cinderpaw put her head on her paws. When would the pain end?

Fireheart stepped into the medicine den to find Cinderpaw limping around, batting a ball of moss on the ground. "She's definitely gotten better." Yellowfang said. Cinderpaw looked up. "Fireheart!" She yelped. She limped over to him. "Cinderpaw, I'm going to help get your leg fixed up." Fireheart announced. Cinderpaw smiled. "Wow! Really?" "Yeah." Fireheart responded. "Let's start with some walking."

"That's it! You're doing it!" Fireheart cried out. Cinderpaw was running along the bottom of the ravine. Fireheart had been working with his apprentice for over a moon now. She could hunt, gather medicine, battle and now walk and run. Cinderpaw was really excited. Her leg no longer hurt her

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I know it was short but I thought this was what should have happened to Cinderpelt! :D Please R&R!