Cinderpelt

okay so cinderpelt,,, i really like her since she was firts introduced,, i think shes one of the better written characters, her losing her spark had a meaning after she got hit by a car, and the fact that starclan punished her by telling her when she would die was DEVASTATINGG likee she was never meant to be a medcat, her mistaking the fire as brambleclaw and squilf would destory the forest was um,,, a mistae,, but not justifing that starclan "killed" her beacuase of that, her charshout when leafpool left with crowfeather was absolutely valid, she had to give up ehr warrior dreams and even firestar, now i know they were mentor and apprentice, but strange year gaps appear in warriors and also they were cats, + nothing ever happened between them, fireheartstar was thinking about cinderpelt as a close friend, after she dead firestar was depressed casue he lost all his old friends(dang sandstorm) and cinderpelt kenw she was worng by liking him (i frgot where i got this info from, maybe from overanalyzing her crashout) and she knew she was a medcat, she was so sweet and giving she died saving her borthers kits, im reading currently and waiting for lesbian hollycinder action beacause i cant wait to finally read power of three im just soo lazy so far the first book this ahs been the best series so far

Crowfeather was about to reply when he froze, ears standing up. At the same moment, Leafpool heard a rustling in the bushes behind her. ThunderClan scent flooded her senses. She spun around. “All right, Squirrelflight, come out!” she snapped. “I know you're there.” There was a brief silence. Then the bracken in front of her parted and out stepped not Squirrelflight, but Cinderpelt. “What ... what are you doing here?” Leafpool stammered, casting an anguished glance over her shoulder at Crowfeather. The medicine cat limped forward and faced her calmly. “You know what I’m doing, Leafpool. I’m here to tell you that this has to stop.” Leafpool stiffened. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Don't lie to me, Leafpool. Not with that WindClan warrior standing there, on our territory.” There was no anger in her blue eyes, only concern. Her steady gaze pinned Leafpool like a claw, until the younger cathad to look away. “I suppose Squirrelflight told you to follow me,” she muttered. “Squirrelflight? No. I was collecting herbs when I picked up your scent, and a WindClan cat’s close by. I came to see what was going on. Besides, do you think I didn’t suspect you've been sneaking out at night?” Terror flashed through Leafpool. “You've been spying on me!” “I didn’t need to,” Cinderpelt meowed. “You're obviously so exhausted that you can’t do your job properly. Only yesterday you tried to give Sootfur borage leaves instead of water mint for his bellyache. As for Crowfeather, I can’t say I’m surprised. Do you think I haven't noticed the two of you at Gatherings? I’m not blind, Leafpool.” “Wait,” Crowfeather began, stepping forward to Leafpool’s side. “This is between me and Leafpool. She’s not betraying her Clan, if that’s what you think.” Cinderpelt fixed him with a stern gaze. “I never imagined she would. But she shouldn’t be here with you, and you know that as well as I do.” Crowfeather bristled. Leafpool’s belly lurched, terrified that the aggressive young warrior might launch himself at the medicine cat with claws unsheathed. “It’s okay, Crowfeather,” she mewed. “I can handle this.” Reluctantly she added, “You'd better go back to your camp.” “And leave you alone to get your ears clawed?” “Cinderpelt won't do that. Please,” Leafpool begged. Crowfeather hesitated a moment longer, limbs stiff withanger. Then he swung around and bounded back across the stream; Leafpool’s gaze followed him until he vanished into the undergrowth on the other side. Turning back to her mentor, Leafpool sank her claws into the ground. “We aren’t doing any harm,” she mewed. “Leafpool!” Cinderpelt’s tone hardened and she lashed her tail. “Crowfeather belongs to a different Clan, but that’s only the beginning. You're a medicine cat. You can’t fall in love. Not with Crowfeather, not any cat. You have always known that.” I knew it, Leafpool wailed inwardly, but I never knew what it would mean! “It’s not fair!” she meowed. “I’ve got feelings too, just like any other cat.” “Of course you have. But a medicine cat has to control those feelings for the good of her Clan. The path we follow has its own rewards. I’ve never felt cheated by the destiny StarClan sent me.” Every word she spoke tore into Leafpool like a badger’s fangs. Fury surged inside her. “You can’t possibly understand!” she spat. “You've never been in love!” Cinderpelt’s blue gaze rested on her, unspoken thoughts flickering like minnows in her eyes. “It’s easy for you,” Leafpool went on bitterly. “You've never wanted anything else.” The medicine cat flexed her claws, and her neck fur began to rise. “How do you know what I want?” There was the hint of a snarl in her voice. “How do you know what hopes I gaveup to follow the path StarClan laid down for me?” Leafpool flinched. She had never seen Cinderpelt this angry. “You'll come back to camp with me—now!” Cinderpelt growled. “And stop this nonsense for good. It’s for your own sake, Leafpool. Meeting Crowfeather can’t be right if you have to lie and sneak around in the shadows. I haven't spent all this time training you to be a good medicine cat for you to throw it away like this. Your Clan needs you!” “No! I won't come!” A gale of guilt and anger swept through Leafpool. “I'll go on seeing Crowfeather whenever I want to, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!” Cinderpelt’s eyes flashed and she launched herself at Leafpool, claws out. Leafpool turned tail and ran. As she fled, all she knew was that she must escape from that accusing stare, those lashing claws. The forest whirled past her as if she were caught up in the wind, and when exhaustion finally forced her to stop she wasn’t sure where she was.

“Cinderpaw?” Cautiously, Jaypaw padded toward her, tasting the air. It didn’t smell like StarClan territory, but there were definitely some scents that he recognized. A tree stump near the edge of the clearing seemed to smell of Firestar and Graystripe. The bramble bush beside him carried the scents of Dustpelt and Thornclaw. Cinderpaw gazed around, wide-eyed, her tail twitching with pleasure. “Tt’s just as I remembered! I haven’t been here for such a long time.” What did she mean? This wasn’t ThunderClan territory. How could Cinderpaw have been here? It didn’t even feel like anywhere near the lake. The wind sounded different as it rustled the leaves in the trees at the top of the ravine. The air tasted warmer, filled with a damp fustiness that Jaypaw had never scented before. “Look here!” Cinderpaw was padding over to the huge rock. “This is Highrock.” Then she turned and bounded over to the bramble bush that smelled of Thornclaw. “And this is the warriors’ den. The elders’ den is over there.” She flicked her tail toward a fallen tree. “And over here”—she raced across the clearing to another bush—“is the apprentices’ den. I used to sleep here before...” Her mew trailed away, her eyes growing misty. She blinked. “Then I moved to Yellowfang’s den.” Yellowfang! The name seared Jaypaw’s ears. Yellowfang had been ThunderClan’s medicine cat before Cinderpelt. She was with StarClan now, and it seemed to Jaypaw that her main duty was to butt into his dreams. He could picture her, yellow eyes sparking, matted pelt bristling with impatience.... “Come and see!” Cinderpaw’s mew interrupted his thoughts. An eerie feeling pricked his tail as she led him through a narrow tunnel to a much smaller clearing. A rock towered at the far end, split down the middle by a cleft big enough for a den. Cinderpaw gazed wistfully into the shadowy cave. “Yellowfang kept her herbs in there.” “Yellowfang’s dead,” Jaypaw mewed. “She’s in StarClan now.” Cinderpaw looked at him. “Of course she is! Where else would she be?” “T don’t understand. Why are you acting as if you lived here too?” “Because I did. Many moons ago, before we left the forest.” “But you never lived in the forest!” “Once I did.” Cinderpaw’s blue eyes sparkled with starlight. “But I have returned to tread a different path, the path of a warrior.” She looked warmly at him, and when she spoke her voice seemed deeper, more wise, as if she’d aged in front of him. “Tell Leafpool that she has nothing to fear. I will recover this time. And tell her that I am proud of her. She has learned more than I could ever have taught her.” Jaypaw’s pelt bristled. Vivid images were thronging in his mind: a young gray cat running through an unfamiliar forest, a monster screeching off a Thunderpath, agony piercing her hind leg, blood and the wails of her Clanmates; memories of learning herbs, limping after Yellowfang, of kits born in a river of blood, of fear and the forest being ripped apart by monsters, of a long hard journey through snow and ice and of snarling, vicious blackand-white creatures, jaws snapping, hungry for revenge and for death.... Jaypaw took a gulp of air, his paws unsteady beneath him. “You’re Cinderpelt, aren’t you?” He awoke with a gasp, his pads wet, his tail fluffed out. He jerked his head up, darkness filling his vision once more.