Gray Cinderblock~

"They call me special... But what's so special about a cat who pushes herbs all day? A cat who only heals for a living?"

"My clanmates think I'm only another stone, their eyes rarely glancing at me from time to time. All they want is a cat that pops out, a cat that actually shines in the moonlight. One that dances as if a silent willow. That's anyone but me."

"I used to have Firestar as my mentor, but now, he's just like all the rest."

"We used to talk about training methods, how plentiful prey is. But that's all gone, now that I have responsibilities... All we talk about these days are sickness, whether cats are going to live or not, and it just pierces my heart when Sandstorm sticks her nose into our conversation..."


"I watch Firestar from my den, remembering the times that he would lead me out for a patrol. How he'd congratulate me after perfecting a new move, his eyes full of amazement. And he'd compliment my techniques..."

"But now, my eyes fill with tears when Sandstorm tags along with him, when I heard they're now mates, I felt heart broken. I mean, I heard that Sandstorm taunted and bullied Firestar when he joined, and now she's tagging along him all day."


"When Yellowfang told me I was a talented apprentice, I felt doubt sink in my stomach. Anycat could learn herbs, and anycat can heal."


-Cinderpelt