This is how I thought Hollyleaf should come back! I hope you enjoy it, and please R&R!
There was just darkness. That was all she knew, and had known for a while now. Sometimes that would change, and there would be voices, but there was always darkness.
She kept moving, panic gripping at her limbs, but she kept on, determined to try and find light, to get out of the darkness. All she smelled was dirt, water, and the empty smell that scared her. She didn't hear anything except for that occasional whisper.
Like that. Hollyleaf. They called her name, and they even sounded familiar. It reminded her of many moons ago, when her and her brothers rescued those kits with the WindClan cats. Hollyleaf shook her head, and kept moving. She had to focus now; getting out was her only hope.
But a rock was enough. Her paw caught the rock, and sent her face-first into the soil beneath her paws. Hollyleaf whined, and felt that all her hope was lost. Hunger clawed at her belly, along with thirst, and she spat the dirt out of her mouth. She remembered the fall of the soil when she first entered the tunnels that made her end up here- it collapsed right in front of her, and she was lucky to have escaped. But her brothers didn't know that. She still recalled Jayfeather's calls clearly in her mind. Hollyleaf whimpered, and moved onward, limping.
Suddenly more voices came, whispering, calling her name. They became more clearly, as if they were next to her. Then an odd smell hit her nose. Fur bristling, Hollyleaf whipped her head around in the clearing, to see an old, wizened cat standing upon a boulder.
As she looked closer, she noticed that the cat had no fur. It's eyes bulged, sightless. She shivered. The cat seemed very old, much older than Mousefur or Longtail.
The old cat smiled, and gestured her with it's tail. Hollyleaf did not move. "Who-who are you?" Her mew quivered.
The old cat laughed, and croaked, "you do not remember me? It is because of me you are alive."
She cocked her head, and gasped, "Were you that strange cat I thought I saw that day in the WindClan tunnels?" The memory of seeing the silhouette of a fur-less cat suddenly popped up in her head.
The old cat nodded. "Yes." He purred a broken purr. "I am Rock. Your brother, Jayfeather knows me already."
Hollyleaf gasped. Jayfeather. The name seemed to burn her memory, and she wanted more than anything to get out of the tunnels. "Well, what do you want from me, Rock?" She asked him, hoping she could find her answer within this very elderly cat.
Rock mustered another smile. "I have what you seek, Hollyleaf. I have the key to your freedom of the tunnels."
Sorry it's so short!