Tigerclaw walked out of the shadows. He had a look of complete menace and forced shock on his face. Then his fake shock turned real when he realized it was Cinderpaw lying on the Thunderpath and not Bluestar.
"Well, don't just stand there kittypet, pick her up and get her to Yellowfang." Tigerclaw ordered Fireheart.
"Don't talk to Fireheart that way! That's his apprentice laying there on the Thunderpath you ignorant piece of fox dung!" I yelled at Tigerclaw. My claws slid out, I didn't realize it until Brackenpaw told me about it.
Tigerclaw's lips drew back in a snarl, revealing sharp fangs.
While I was fighting with Tigerclaw, Fireheart and Brackenpaw lifted Cinderpaw's limp body off the Thunderpath and into the forest.
With a final snarl, Tigerclaw followed.
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We got back to camp pretty quickly, considering we had to carry Cinderpaw back and Tigerclaw was no help whatsoever.
Fireheart brought Cinderpaw to Yellowfang's den. Frostfur, Cinderpaw's mother, soon followed.
Fireheart looked distraught. His apprentice had slipped away from a patrol he had been leading and to add to that, she had gotten hit on the Thunderpath.
I walked over to him, realizing that Graystripe wasn't in the camp and thus, wasn't going to comfort him.
"Look, it's alright, Cinderpaw will be fine." I said, forcing myself to act like I thought that was true.
He turned his head to me, pure sorrow in his eyes. "It's all my fault, she was on my patrol, I should have realized she was gone." Fireheart said.
I couldn't believe he was blaming himself; I also couldn't let him blame himself.
"Look, it's partly my fault; we were both on that patrol. We were just going to the training hollow; neither of us could have guessed she would do that." I told him.
Fireheart just walked away, heading towards the medicine den.
Short chapter today, oh well, that's just how it goes I guess. See you peeps later.