N/A: Okay, Here's the first real Chapter! Sorry it took me so long to write…. I'm lazy, OKAY? R&R!

I rose to my paws and streaked out of the camp entrance, anger pricking through me. If I be quick of this, I should get to camp before Fireheart, I thought. He might get a little mad, but I bet he'll be proud, too.

My anger was being replaced by excitement as my paws carried me past the Sunningrocks and through the Tallpines. Finally I approached Thunderpath. Monsters roared past, blowing hot, stinking air on me. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

"There it is," I murmured, seeing the burned ash tree overhanging the Thunderpath. "But where is Tigerclaw?" I shrugged and padded towards the tree, soon finding Tigerclaw had left a scent marker. I'll just wait here until he comes back, I told myself. A few monsters roared by on the other side of Thunderpath, leaving their acrid stench behind.

One other thing struck me; Where were the remains of the prey Tigerclaw needed Bluestar to see so urgently? But my thoughts were interrupted when I heard the roar of an approaching monster. I spun around and, with a yelp of horror, saw that the monster was head right towards me.

I sprang up to flee, but I was too late. A searing pain shot through the back of me, especially my leg. I let out a high pitched yelp of pain, it's echo carrying on throughout the forest. Suddenly my dream came flooding back to me. I should have known it was a warning!

I saw Tigerclaw, and I tried to drag myself out of the road, but I was too tired. So tired….

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I awoke in Yellowfang's den and looked around wildly, the shock of the accident raging through me. I was shuddering uncontrollably, fearing a monster would crash through the bracken at any moment and trample me with it's round, black paws.

"I see you're up," rasped a voice. I spotted Yellowfang approaching me, for once with a gentle expression on your face. "That's a good sign." Noticing my shuddering, I guess, she began to murmur comforting words to me and pressed her flank against mine. "You got hit at Thunderpath, but it's all over now. You're all right."

I continued to shake, kneading my paws on the ground apprehensively. And there was something about the look that was on Tigerclaw's face at the Thunderpath that still came back to nag me; Something about the way he calmly stalked over, no look of panic or even the slightest hint of concern on his face. My heart was racing still, but my shuddering was beginning to ease. This went on until, I'm guessing, moon high. Then I had calmed down from my shock and I was able to receive poppy seeds.

"You need to rest now," Yellowfang instructed me. "You've had a long day." I nodded slowly, still aware of my extra caution as I lapped up the small black seeds. Before I knew it, I was drifting into a dreamless sleep.

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N/A: Okay! Time for a PoV switch! It's from Brackenpaw's point of view, as requested.

"Brackenpaw! Get ready for training!" I pricked my ears at Fireheart's call.

"Cinderpaw, it's time for- oh. Right." I murmured to myself when I saw Cinderpaw's empty nest. The sun had set four times since Cinderpaw's accident, and I still wasn't used to waking up to her cold, unused nest. Shaking my gold colored pelt, I padded out of the apprentice's den and over to Fireheart.

"Go and get yourself something to eat and then we'll start battle training," he instructed me.

"Yes, Fireheart." I mewed with a dip of my head. I began to pad to the fresh-kill pile, then paused and whirled around. "Graystripe's been sick for an awful long time," I blurted. "Why is it taking so long for a cold to cure?"

I realized I had said the wrong thing when a flash of anger surged through Fireheart's eyes. "Because he isn't doing as he is told, and staying inside camp." he growled.

"Oh," I said in a small voice, flattening my ears against my head and ducking away from Fireheart's rage. I'd never seen Fireheart so angry. He usually had such a calm nature.

"I'm sorry," Fireheart sighed. "It's just…. Never mind. You wouldn't understand. Go on, get yourself some food. There's training to be done."

With a curt nod, I turned tail and bounded towards the fresh –kill pile. I took a vole for myself and selected a magpie for Cinderpaw.

Padding into the medicine cat's den, I meowed, "Cinderpaw!" Moments later, a small gray feline figure slipped out of the den and limped over to me, wincing noticeably. "I brought you some fresh-kill," I mewed awkwardly, gazing at her severed leg.

"Thanks," she rasped and tore into the magpie. I began to eat my own prey, chewing thoughtfully.

"Brackenpaw, I just have this feeling I'm dead weight to the Clan," Cinderpaw broke into my thoughts. "I-I keep telling myself, 'Don't worry, you're leg will heal. You'll be a warrior,'. But- I'm staring to think that's just a fantasy I put in my head to escape from reality. Brackenpaw, I'm useless. All I am is an extra mouth to feed." A tear ran down her cheek, and soon progressed into racking sobs.

"Cinderpaw! Don't you dare say that! You have to believe in yourself, and you'll far. You're a wonderful cat, and you'll be a terrific warrior." I mewed, gently stroking her with my tail. Her mood had changed so rapidly, I barely had time to think of what had happened.

"No I'm not," Cinderpaw growled, eyes blazing with a fire that could penetrate through a cat if she tried. "I'm a burden. A mistake."

"Cinderpaw…." I choked. But I couldn't find the words to comfort her, so I merely, pushed my nose into her fur and continuously told her she was a wonderful cat with courage, and that she'd get through her injury.

We stayed like that until Fireheart summoned me with a loud yowl. "I have to go," I murmured, drawing my tongue over her ear. "And don't you ever forget that you're the most beautiful, wonderful cat in the world, and no matter what, you're my sister and I love you," I mewed before streaking after Fireheart. She nodded bleakly, but I felt she didn't take the words to heart. But there was no more I could do.

"Okay, we're going to the training hollow. Do you think you can get us there?" I nodded confidently, tail held high as I made my way to the hollow. That was one thing I knew I had covered- I knew every part of the forest by heart.

Once we arrived at the sandy dip in the earth, I let out a purr of satisfaction and bounded down into the hollow. But still, the image of Cinderpaw with a deep sorrow reflected in her ocean blue eyes kept coming back to me. "What are we doing, now?" I asked shaking my head.

Fireheart gave me a puzzled look and tilted his head to the side. "I thought I told you before we left camp," he meowed, the shrugged and paced down into the hollow. "Anyway, we're doing battle training today," Sitting exactly on the other side of the hollow, across from me, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Attack me,"

I instinctively dropped down into a crouch and began to stalk towards Fireheart, weaving in different directions. Finally, I rocked on my haunches and pounced at Fireheart. But he was ready for me. Rearing up onto his hind legs, he used his front paws to topple me over. After tussling a bit on the ground, Fireheart had me pinned down.

"Try again," he meowed, releasing me. I scrabbled to my paws and planned out how I would attack.

I dropped into a crouch again and began to weave towards Fireheart. I pounced, just the same as before, but this time when Fireheart reared up, I ducked down and darted in between his legs, knocking him off balance. Taking advantage of his fall, I pinned him down. But Fireheart rolled over, now pinning me down. But using my back paws, I was able to fling him off me and across the hollow.

Shaking dust off his pelt, Fireheart rose to his paws. "That was brilliant!" he praised me, purring in satisfaction. I drank in the praise, not able to hold back a grin of pride.

We practiced defense and more different battle moves until sundown, then headed back towards camp. "You did excellent today," Fireheart commented, striding back to camp.

"Thanks," I mewed shyly shuffling my paws. The rest of the way back we were both silent, loping side-by-side towards the camp.

When we arrived back at camp, I saw Cinderpaw sitting outside the medicine cat's den looking bored. Suddenly a pang of sorrow pierced my heart like a thorn. All the boundless energy that Cinderpaw used to harbor seemed to be drained out of her. The sight of her sitting there, lonely, her eyes glazed over and blank, the usual liveliness completely gone, made me feel awful.

And the worst part was there was nothing I could do. Only watch as she stared up to the sky, asking herself if she would ever have a place in the clan again.

N/A: I still don't know if I'll continue, so please comment and tell me your opinion!