History Rewritten: Brokenstar
Alliegences: as they are in Bluestar's Prophecy and Crookedstar's Promise.
Prologue: The evening was quite in Starclan territory. Not a living thing stirred. The sky was beginning to fade into orange as the sun sunk below the horizon. In a pool, glittering with starlight, images of terrifying battles and bloodshed popped in and out of reality. The past and the future yet to come were written in the pool. A cat padded as silent as the moonlight itself towards the troubled waters. It was a she cat with shimmering silver fur lined with stars and ears and paws dappled white. Her dark, amber eyes filled with sympathy at the pool below here. Just as silent as the silver she cat, a shadow found its place beside her. "Dawnstar, what are you doing here? You know we are powerless against this fate written in the stars." The deep, rich voice said.
"I know, Timberclaw. But it makes me so disappointed and sad. He could have been the leader his father saw in him and one that Starclan could welcome instead of a cold hearted murderer. His clan could have had moons of peace, Shadowclan would have been great." Dawnstar said, barely more than a whisper, turning around to see her companion: a stocky and handsome brown tabby tom with emerald green eyes. Timberclaw felt the same feelings Dawnstar did. No cat deserved a life broken from the beginning.
"Maybe there is something we can do," Timberclaw meowed with slight excitement in his voice.
"And what is that?" Dawnstar asked puzzlement in her eyes.
"We'll change history!"
"Well, yes. That's what I wanted to do. But how?"
"First we have to find CinderHeart."
The two cats padded off back to the starry hunting grounds they came from. They had a plan in mind, and were going to make sure history was changed for the better.
Chapter 1 : My name is Dawnstar. I was once the leader of Riverclan. Most stories told about me in all the clans depict me as a hero, a cat who was kind to all cats, a brave warrior who won every battle and the noble leader who led Riverclan to greatness. I was the best, Starclan was with me in every paw step of my life and I lived nine good lives. Some elders say that I was so powerful, not even the Three could match up to me and that I could change the world with a single thought or whim. But enough about me, we should be getting on the story that really did change history.
Dawnstar was in pain. Not the good kind of pain that lets you know you're alive. The kind of pain that could kill a cat, the kind of pain that came after a battle and a medicine cat couldn't get there to heal you.
Her eyes were clamped shut, but she still had her other senses to tell her she wasn't in Starclan territory anymore. The sour scent of toadstools wrapped around her like moss in a nest. Yes! It worked, the plan is in motion! She thought to herself, I must be a tom now. Then, something warm bumped into her side. It had scent similar to her own scent. Yellowfang! Mama! Dawnstar nuzzled her mouth to a teat in her mother's belly. The milk tasted warm and rich, perfect for nourishing young kits. Dawstar turned to feel a lump beside her. This must be one of Brokenstar's sisters. She prodded her sister with a paw, she squirmed a bit, but Dawnstar could tell she was losing life fast. No! Don't go! I need a sibling! Dawnstar felt a wave of sadness come over her, but she pushed the feeling aside. The plan had to be fulfilled. Plus, the kit would be taken care of by the Queens in Starclan. That thought made her feel a little better. The warm body that was nestled against her moved away. Dawnstar squeaked in surprise as she toppled to the ground. A sudden fear came flood her, like the fear kits have when they lose their parents. She truly was a kit, of course she felt that way. Dawnstar mentally slapped herself. It wasn't like Yellowfang was going to die and never come back. DawnStar suddenly felt a soft tongue lap at her head. Yellowfang must have gone to bury my sister. Then, she could feel herself being lifted into the air. Yellowfang was carrying her to Shadowclan's camp, Dawnstar was sure of it.
Moments later, Dawnstar was placed on some soft ground. The nursery? It has to be. Dawnstar heard voices, one deep and one higher pitched, but sharp like thorns. Raggedstar must be talking to Lizardstripe about me. Dawnstar concluded.
"His name is Brokenkit," she heard her mother say, voice choked up with sadness that only Dawnstar could detect. I really am a tom! Dawnstar heard no more as she was placed by a soft body, Lizardstripe's belly. She suckled; she needed the nourishment. This plan is going to work great! Dawnstar thought as she drifted off to sleep.