I'm writing: If Cinderpelt survived, how would it be?
Cinderstar: You write too much about the real clans, why not one about me?
Snowstar: Shut it and read the Fanfic!
If Cinderpelt survived, how would it be?
Cinderpelt was on her side on the moss, her pelt soaked with blood. Leafpool ran over to her. "Cinderpetl! It's me- wake up, Cinderpelt!"
"Leafpool...you came back..." the medicine cat rasped. "I should have never left you- Cinderpelt, don't die! Please don't die! Your going to be just right soon!"
Leafpool scooped up moss and put it on Cinderpelt's wounds, but Cinderpelt replied, "Stop, I'm going to join Starclan. They told me of this moment."
Leafpool felt as if the world was crashing down on her. "Y-you knew?"
Cinderpelt nodded feebly. "Yes. Now I can go..."
But before her eyes cold close Squirrelflight rushed in with a mouthful of marigold and pawfuls of cobwebs. "I'm here!" she mewed through the herbs, pressing them down on Cinderpelt's injuires.
"Squirrelflight, no...its okay..." Cinderpelt mewed. But inside of her, the pain was slowly fading and her wounds feeling a little better.
Leafpool put some marigold on a small gash on the gray she-cat's neck and on her tail. "No, Cinderpelt, you aren't going to die on me!" she exclaimed, her eyes watering and voice quivering.
"I...I don't understand..." Cinderpelt breathed. "Starclan told me I would die today."
Suddenly a starry cat appeared- a blue gray she-cat. "Bluestar!" Cinderpelt was awed. "Your here...to take me to Starclan?"
"No," the old leader replied. "I am here to tell you we were wrong."
She continued with, "You will live."