The title of this story was actually inspired for once by Social Studies AKA History class. The 54th Regiment. Yeah, it fits, since most of ThunderClan disappears.
I half made this up by myself. This is a slightly modified version of a dream I had. The next story is about me finding Graystripe, the first Warriors dream I had, and then after that I need inspiration and plans. I'll invite my cousin to help me with this.
Anyway, background information: In this story, Cinderpaw becomes Jayfeather, but she still thinks she's Cinderpaw. (Actually she thought she was Spottedfur, but oh well. They're both she-cats.) This is all in first-person narrative. Cinderpaw can still "see" everything, but she can't see what color every cats pelt is. She just "sees" a cat and can identify it somehow. This is because this is what happened in my dream.
Tired of the bold face print? Fine, I'm starting....
I lay down on a rock next to Hollyleaf. There is a battle against badgers going on in a "girls' locker room", and we were on the "roof of a school." Whatever that is.
Suddenly, a voice cries out "Toms, go!" I'm assuming they're going to fight the badgers. Wait, aren't they already there?
The voice speaks again: "She-cats without kits, go!"
Hollyleaf flicks my ear. "Good luck."
I know I should go, but something holds me back. Everyone's fighting except for me, Leafpool, the elders, the queens, and the kits. Jayfeather's fighing too?
We wait until the battle is over.
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The battle is over. We have lost.
The surivors come back, badly injured. They need to be healed.
For some reason, I get up and walk over to Leafpool.
"Jayfeather, you must help me heal these cats," Leafpool mews.
JAYFEATHER! I'm Jayfeather? Oh StarClan, not again.........................
Brambleclaw walks over to me.
"Why aren't you dead?" I whisper.
Brambleclaw doesn't reply. He doesn't hear me.
I begin to heal his wounds when it is suddenly all gone. Only blackness.....
The "not again" thing was from another dream I had when Jayfeather was learning how to feel the beat in music or something. Don't ask, it's too short and pointless to publish.
BYE!
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