Monday, August 18, 2014

Cinderpelt's truth .1

Cinderpelt opened her eyes. She looked back and gasped. Her leg was crushed. If Tigerclaw hadn't tried to kill Bluestar, she wouldn't be in this mess! She walked out of the medicine cat den, limping. She was embarrassed. She walked over to Fireheart. "When are we going to train again?'' She asked. "Silly you, remember, your leg! I have a new apprentice, Cloudpaw!'' He replied walking over to Cloudpaw. She watched them walk out of camp heading to the sandy hollow. Tears welled up in her eyes as she ran. She ran out of camp and ran to the Four Trees to get time alone. Event though she crossed RiverClan territory, she did not care. She cried. She didn't want to be a medicine cat!

1 comment:

  1. To many cats. Too much blood. Too many weird names. Other than that, plot seems okay.

    ------The Dark Mark

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