Memories

by Twirlpelt

After a huge fall, Jayfeather remembers nothing. It is up to his clanmates to help him remember. But will remembering be that easy, when what he remembers is so heart achingly awful that he might want to forget.

This is my first actual story. I would really like opinions to if I should continue. PS I wrote this at 9 am so it stinks. I am better at writing at 2 am and I am dead serious about that.

Jayfeather swung his head around, his senses foggy in the think of a battle with Windclan. Suddenly a cat came tumbling over hissing and snarling at its foe. The two barreled into him knocking him over. With a surprised yowl he felt his back legs fall over what he recognized to be the cliff that protected the camp. He dug his claws into the rock but it was no use. He smelled a very familiar scent. Breezepelt! Why am I not surprised? The black tom scratched at Jayfeather's paws until he couldn't stand it and let go. He swore he heard Breezepelt hiss "You won't survive that, fox dung."

He felt like he was falling for years before he hit the ground and went unconscious. It must have been a few days before he woke up because his legs were stiff. In fact, his whole body stung with pain. Then he heard a gasp and he believed he could hear someone coming near him.

The cat yelled, "Lionblaze! Come here! Jayfeather is alive and he is waking up!"

Then a panting noise and the sound of more paw steps came. A different cat said wearily while lick Jayfeather's face, "Jayfeather! Thank Starclan you're okay! I should get Hollyleaf."

Then Jayfeather managed to stutter out, "Who…is Jayfeather?"