I Am Legend

by Pan's Shadow

I died. But they gave me a second chance because I am one of the three. They told me I had to fix my mistakes. But I don't want to do that. And, with this great new ability, I have a new plan to let everyone know who I am. For I am legend. T for themes.

1. Dove

I am Legend

Chapter 1

Leader- Firestar

Deputy-Brambleclaw

Medicine Cat- Jayfeather

Warriors- Dustpelt

Sandstorm

Brackenfur

Sorreltail, apprentice Blossompaw

Cloudtail

Squirrelflight

Birchfall, apprentice Toadpaw

Whitewing

Thornclaw

Brightheart, apprentice Briarpaw

Greystripe

Mousewhisker

Berrynose

Lionblaze, apprentice Rosepaw

Poppyfrost

Foxtail

Icewing

Millie

Spiderleg, apprentice Bumblepaw

Apprentices- Briarpaw

Blossompaw

Bumblepaw

Toadpaw

Rosepaw

Queens- Ferncloud (mate- Duspelt) (Kits- Waterkit, Smokekit)

Hazeltail (mate- Mousewhisker) (Kits- expecting)

Cinderheart (mate- Lionblaze) (Kits- Hawkkit, Tanglekit, Shellkit)

Daisy (mate- Spiderleg) (Kits- expecting)

Whitewing (mate- Birchfall) (Kits- Dovekit, Ivykit)

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There's a feeling you get when you die, a feeling that totally fills you up, knocking out every other thought or emotion or sense. For me, it was fury. The fury was so strong I saw literal red. I breathed red. I tasted red. I smelled red.

The fury took me. It squeezed me. It choked me up until it had consumed me. And then it was gone.

The fury had given me a reason to feel: now that it was gone and I was just numb, I felt lost and empty.

Totally alone.

I floated in nothing. Not darkness, because that would be something. No, just the absense of everything. It was so empty, so not there, that it sucked my senses dry. I couldn't even think anymore. I tried to pounce on memories, but they scuttled like mice into the darkness at the edges of my mind. Where had a gone before I died? I remembered dirt, darkness...no, wait, was it light? Who had been chasing me? My brother and...mother? What was a brother?

Soon I was sucked dry.

There was something inside my brain, chewing at me, biting my mind, crunching down on the last diminishing thoughts and memories I held.

What was it?

I wanted it to go away.

The chewing became a voice.

Hollyleaf.

I couldn't respond to it.

Hollyleaf, you are dead.

I don't know how I understood it because I didn't know how but I understood it anyway.

Hollyleaf, I want to give you another chance.

Hollyleaf, because you are one of the three.

Hollyleaf, you have a chance to fix your mistakes.

Hollyleaf, you have a chance to try again.

Hollyleaf, you have to promise you will do things right.

I couldn't promise because I didn't know how.

Hollyleaf, I am sending you back.

Hollyleaf, you will have to fix your mistakes.

I was hit by something then, and all of a sudden I remembered how to think. Then how to remember. Then memories came back, and before long I was picturing the face of my brother, remembering what Firestar had had for breakfast, the kind of bird that I had startled running down to my death in the tunnels.

I was Hollyleaf and I was coming back.

Fury hit me again, so strong that I once again knew only red. But this time it came with more feelings, like warmth, and the smell of milk, and the sound of suckling and soft purring.

And then heat flooded me, flooded my body and it lingered, now becoming feeling. I could feel again. I was alive.

But I was uncomfortable. I was too warm, the sounds were too loud, my skin itched.

I didn't want to be uncomfortable.

"Oh little Dovekit," came a voice from above me, "You are so little. Here, come and suckle onto mommy. You must be hungry."

Yes, I was hungry, but I was not Dovekit.

I was Hollyleaf.

My life wasn't over.

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