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"Cinderpelt...?" "Yes, Fireheart?" "I have to tell you something... I-I-" "Cinderpelt!" "Huh... Fireheart...?" Cinderpelt shook her head groggily as she was roused from her sweet dream. The gray she-cat lifted her head up and blinked her eyes slowly. The image in front of her sharpened, but she already know who it was. "S-s-sandstorm! What are you doing here?" "I'll tell you what I'm doing here." Sandstorm snarled, unsheathing her claws. "Fireheart is mine you hear me? Mess with him again and I'll bet Yellowfang will have something interesting to hear..." Cinderpelt's heart was hammering. "I-I don't know what y-you mean..." "LIAR!" Sa

 Cinderpelt and Firestar? There have been many battles over this case, and I have decided to end it once and for all. My views on why Cinderpelt loves Firestar. 1. Why not? Before I start with the evidence, I just want to say to all non-believers: Why not? ApprenticeXMentor... Isn't that just cute? Although many of you say that medicine cats can't fall it love, and that Cinderpelt is a dedicated medicine cat, your arguement is weak. Erin Hunter is just the sort of person to stir up this kind of intensive storyline. After all, she made Spottedleaf and Firestar fall in love with each other. She made Leafpool and Crowfeather happen. She ma

"But I love you!" Ashfur's protest rang through Whitewing's mind as she tried to keep up with the dawn patrol. How she wished the words were for her, but no. It was for Squirrelflight. Whitewing raised her head to see the playful ginger she-cat. What was so great about her that Ashfur still could not get over her, although she had kits! "Whitewing! Have you got maggot-gut? If not, get a move on!" A shrill voice interrupted her thoughts. Sighing, Whitewing increased her speed to catch up with the rest of them. "Wait for me!" After the dawn patrol returned, Whitewing spotted Ashfur and his sister, Ferncloud, sharing tongues. Something suddenl

Leafpool lay down on her nest. Although it used to be comfortable, now it felt as uncomfortable as a Clan cat in a Twoleg nest. Everytime she closed her amber eyes, visions of the dark gray WindClan warrior would appear. She shook her head. "Leafpool! Stop thinking about him! It's over!" she whispered to herself. Even though she kept saying it to herself, her heart said no. "Crowfeather... please let me forget you..." But she couldn't. She couldn't when the kits come. She finally stood up. Sleep was never going to claim her. She padded out to the ThunderClan camp clearing. It was totally deserted. She could hear the soft murmuring of cats as