If Sandstorm was on that Thunderpath.
My new fic about Cinderpelt, who deserves more than what she got. She deserved Fireheart. I kinda hate Sandstorm just a little bit. Another Cinderfire fic.
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Cinderpaw's pov.
"But, I could deliver the message to Tigerclaw," I pleaded, to the handsome ginger tom, who is my mentor called, Fireheart.
"No! Just go to your den!" Firestar mewed, forcfully. Then he raced out of the clearing and toward the twoleg place. I raced towards the Thunderpath, the clan needed help and I wasn't going to stand by and watch it fall apart! I was almost out of the clearing when, Yellowfang tackled me.
"Cinderpaw, you can not go to the Thunderpath!" Yellowfang mewed, I stared at her in awe, did she have a vision?
"But the clan needs me!" I mewed, shockingly, I thought she would support me!
"Sandpaw, can go," just as she stopped Sandpaw raced to the Thunderpath.
"Okay," I said, defeated. Just as I finished, I heard a pained yowl from the Thunderpath.
"Come on," Yellowfang mewed, briskly. We rushed to the Thunderpath only to meet Fireheart carrying a sand colored cat. Sandpaw! She looked so broken, so defeated. We carried her back to camp and put her down in the medicene cat den.
"Will she ever become a warrior?" Fireheart asked.
"No," Yellowfang's flat vioce echoed through the den. Wait, could that have me?
Review? Not the best story in the world. I'll try to update soon.