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Ok I said I wouldn't write anything to do with my thoughts and comments, but I know that I did leave out the prophecy Leafpool received, and her thoughts. But it's from Firestar's point of view and I don't think she would tell him everything, even her feelings towards Crowfeather. This chapter was much harder to write, having to go back to the very first books and trying to get an edge to write from.

My Wonderful Medicine Cats: Cinderpelt and Yellowfang

Cinderpelt:

Cinderpelt was always one of my greatest friends, who I turned to in times of need.

I first met Cinderpelt, as Cinderkit, after rescuing her from ShadowClan, with the help of Yellowfang. After my adventure with Graystripe, bringing home WindClan, Bluestar decided it was time for us both to take on an apprentice.

Graystripe was given Brackenpaw, a serious and promising tom, and I was given Cinderpaw, and over enthusiastic she-cat. We trained them together, enjoying the time spent.

Cinderpaw was always full of energy and everyone in the Clan understood she was harder to train then her brother, because of how curious and inquisitive she was.

On one horrible day, Cinderpaw took back a message to Tigerclaw, on the edge of the Thunderpath. I told her not to go, but she insisted, because all the other warriors and good apprentices were needed to guard camp. I suspected that it was a trap for Bluestar, because Tigerclaw had requested she come instead. But Cinderpaw still went and was hit by a monster, badly injuring and twisting her leg.

I visited her everyday in Yellowfang's den, hoping StarClan would not call her. She survived, thankfully, but forever had a limp leg and it prevented her from becoming a warrior. It was sad to see her like that, all crushed and frail. Not only did she look small and weak, but her noble spirit was crushed and her will to become a warrior, diminished.

It took a few moons for her to recover, though not to her full potential. She became a great help to Yellowfang, instead of brooding over her bleak future. I didn't see her as much, because Graystripe had his secret romance with Silverstream, and I took over Brakenpaw's training.

But she was getting more confident of herself, her old humour and excitement sparkling in her eyes. For the moment, I was happy, just happy she was still there.

Cinderpaw became depressed, after knowing she was useless in battle when Brokenstar's rogues attacked camp. Yellowfang cheered her up greatly, by inviting the young she-cat to train and become ThunderClan's next medicine cat. She accepted; glad to have found herself another path to follow. She became Cinderpelt, medicine cat of ThunderClan, after Yellowfang died.

I believe that Cinderpelt had always liked me more than a friend although I never felt the same feelings for her. I understood that many spats she had gotten into were with Sandstorm, who I later found out that loved me, and still does. If Cinderpelt had stayed when I told her to, she wouldn't have injured her leg, and still gone on to come a warrior. Things may have been different between us.

Cinderpelt is now just my best friend, after aiding me through the hard times, like the rise of Tigerstar and TigerClan, receiving my nine lives, the twolegs destroying our homes. But she was always there; to comfort me and help me get through the tough decisions I had to make as leader.

Cinderpelt died protecting Sorreltail while she was kitting. Badgers attacked our camp and easily killed Cinderpelt, unable to defend herself properly from her leg injury. Leafpool told me after, that Cinderpelt had known her fate, and did not fight it when StarClan called her.

I know that I can commune with StarClan, and see her in their shining ranks. But it's not the same, Cinderpelt isn't here, and I don't have anyone in life, to guide me back onto the right path.

Yellowfang:

Yellowfang was an old cat when I met her. She was always loyal, determined and extremely stubborn. When I look back on my time with her, she was more of an adoptive mother to me, not so kind and gentle, but always guiding my paws in the right direction.

I first discovered her as Firepaw, hunting through ThunderClan territory. She was old and mangy looking, half starved and yet she still attacked me. I hadn't done much training and found it difficult to fight her off. I eventually bit into her leg hard, crippling her temporarily. She told me her name was Yellowfang, well she actually screeched it at me before she attacked, and that she was from ShadowClan. I had never met a ShadowClan warrior before, and it was curious as to why she was on ThunderClan, without any other ShadowClan warriors.

I took pity on her and gave her a rabbit which I caught and while she was eating, her leg stiffened up. However Bluestar and a small patrol of ThunderClan arrived and growled at me for doing so, and Yellowfang couldn't escape.

Bluestar told everyone that Yellowfang was a respected senior warrior and medicine cat of ShadowClan. She announced that Yellowfang would be kept prisoner. As punishment for me, I would have to look after her.

I resented the job of cleaning the old cat's pelt, grooming her and feeding her. It also made me miss out on training sessions in the morning. But I began to like Yellowfang, as she seemed to not be so harsh towards me anymore and was one of the wisest cats I had ever met.

At a Gathering not long after adopting Yellowfang, Brokenstar, leader of ShadowClan, warned us all that a rogue she-cat was on the loose and was known for stealing and killing kits. Everyone immediately suspected Yellowfang and the Clan raced back, to find her sitting calmly in her nest and Bluestar stood up for the old she-cat, knowing that Yellowfang wouldn't do such a thing. But Yellowfang was hated by the rest of the Clan, and they turned on her when Spottedleaf was killed and Frostfur's kits were stolen.

All eyes turned to Yellowfang as the culprit, giving she had left ThunderClan that same night.

Bluestar sent Graypaw and I to go fetch her, to see if she really was as guilty as the others thought. But I knew she didn't do it and I found her in ShadowClan territory. She told me of her grave history, how she had watched Brokenstar kill kits and blame it on her, driving her out of ShadowClan, her birth Clan and home.

Together, along with Whitestorm, Runningwind and Mousefur, who were sent to fetch Yellowfang as well, however not as kindly as Graypaw and I were, drove out Brokenstar and his lead followers.

Yellowfang was accepted back into ThunderClan and given an apology for accusing her of Brokenstar's crimes. Yellowfang was invited to take Spottedleaf's place as medicine cat.

The old, yet wise she-cat began to adjust to ThunderClan life, with more warriors and Clan cats respecting her. After an attack from Brokenstar, with many of the ShadowClan outcasts dead, and Brokenstar blind, did I began to see Yellowfang's real past unfold.

I listened in one day as she spoke to Brokentail, (no longer a leader,) about how he framed her in ShadowClan and drove her out. He yowled at her that he had no kin and Yellowfang merely replied with a prickling statement; Brokentail was her son.

It shocked me, because Yellowfang had become a medicine cat, therefore forbidden to have kits. She told me later that she had fallen in love with noble Raggedstar, leader before his son. It was even sadder when she killed Brokentail, poisoning him with death berries, just so he could do no more destruction to ThunderClan, who was not her Clan by birth.

When a great fire raged through our forest, Yellowfang volunteered to go back to Camp, and try to save Halftail and Smallear, who were left behind after deserting our camp. I couldn't help Yellowfang while she went to get the elders and she got trapped by a fallen tree. I chose to save young Bramblekit instead and then couldn't return to see if Yellowfang was alright. So I went back to ThunderClan and waited, at the RiverClan camp until the fire diminished so I could see if she was still alive.

I set out as soon as possible and raced through our destroyed territory, nothing left but burnt ashes and fallen logs. I found Yellowfang, crouched in her den, weak and in pain, and we both knew she was dying.

Her last words were full of love and fright. She praised me of how I would become a great warrior and my destiny which StarClan had laid out, and how she would have loved to have me as her son, and that she was proud of me. But she was worried and distressed whether StarClan would accept her, because she had kits and fallen in love.

Now I know she was allowed to join StarClan, because she guided me even in death. She gave me one of my nine lives and I became closer to her than I had ever known.

Her stubbornness and pride was infuriating and yet it gave me joy in my life, giving me the strength to get through the hard times.

And when Yellowfang died, I cried my grief.

Again, another note, it was hard to do Cinderpelt and Yellowfang, they have big indepth pasts and futures. It was annoying to write. Hint: My next is the second last chapter, and you can only guess who's in it..