Here is the prologue for I Don't Quite Remember!

The big rust-colored tom stretched his jaws in a wide yawn before he even opened his eyes. Just the beginning of another long day as leader of ThunderClan. Fun, fun...

Lately, Thunder had noticed the weariness in his bones. There was also sadness deep within his heart, as he realized how few cats there were left from his days as a young tomcat. There was still Owleyes, his ever-loyal deputy, and Lightningtail, who had retired to the elders' den. But Thunder was the last Clan founder to be alive; Shadow had been the first to go, slain in battle far too young. Then Sky, Thunder's prickly-tongued father, died of greencough what was it, two, three leaf-bares ago now? Then Wind, and then River. Now it was only Thunder, still in charge of ThunderClan after all of the others' successors had stepped up.

It just wasn't the same.

Thunder knew that he'd have to open his eyes sometime. And that sometime is now.

His eyelids parted to reveal handsome amber eyes. However, these amber eyes were currently buried in soft, milky fur. Sputtering, Thunder leaped back, reminded of times as a young kit when he was with his mother, Storm, shortly before she died.

"What in the name of Star-" He choked on his words. Why was his voice so squeaky and kit-like? Horror coursed through his young bones. He'd been sent back in time! He groaned audibly as the gray she-cat and two littermates he shared his nest with turned in their sleep. What did I do wrong? All those moons, only to be back to this...

But then he was thrown for another loop as the ash-colored queen, so much like his mother, lifted her head to face him. Thunder knew one thing immediately: This is not Storm. This she-cat's face was different, less pointed like Storm's and instead softly rounded. Her muzzle was shorter, and her eyes were greener, not pale like Storm's. Thunder shot a rueful glance toward his supposed littermates. Although he didn't remember anything about his siblings, who had perished along with Storm when the Twoleg structure they were living in collapsed, he had a feeling these two snoring kits weren't it.

There was absolutely no real conclusion Thunder could come to. How had he possibly ended up here, demoted from his place as leader of ThunderClan, all the way back to where he started, as a small, mewling kit?

~Linebreak~

She'd been prepared for death for moons now. She was on her final life, and she knew for a fact that she was the first leader to reach her last life. She knew this from the reproachful, sympathetic looks the others would give her at the Gatherings. That is, if they even had the courage to look into her eyes. Her eyes, the color of the pine forest she loved so fiercely.

She turned over in her nest, and was surprised to find that the moss was a bit more furry than expected. Despite being known as the wiliest leader, the black she-cat still found herself a bit afraid to open her eyes, for who knew what she'd find?

Just then, there was a rustling, coming from not all that far away. Thinking it was her devoted but elderly deputy, Hollyclaw (yes, Holly, Jagged Peak's mate), entering her den, Shadow finally forced herself to sit up and stretch her jaws in an enormous yawn. She beamed as a breeze whistled through the den, bringing with it the scent of pine and... water?

Shadow froze mid-smile, fear injecting adrenaline into her bloodstream. She leaped all the way to her paws and opened her now wild eyes. The camp's flooded!

What greeted her eyes surprised her so much that her legs literally folded beneath her. There was more surprise there as well: the fall was not as long. When did I become so... small?

The black she-cat forced herself to rise onto shaky paws, and then glanced around with fearful green eyes, allowing her surroundings to officially sink in. She-cats and kits were snoozing in nests all around her.

Enveloping the smell of pine and water was the all-powerful scent of milk. The nursery... For a moment, Shadow was horrified. Never having had kits herself, she was always uncomfortable in this den. But surely she wasn't a queen; because, when she turned around, there was already a big she-cat stinking of milk fast asleep. I'm tiny, I'm sharing a nest with a nursing she-cat. It wasn't difficult to figure out: Shadow was a kit again. There was a black tom in the nest along with her and the queen, and Shadow would've jumped to the conclusion that he was her deceased brother, Moon Shadow, also as a kit, but it couldn't be... they weren't in the cave at the Tribe's home in the mountains. But the black queen was their mother, Star Shadow, surely? And their father Shaded Moss was waiting outside for them to wake so he could play?

But it couldn't be. I'm still in ShadowClan territory. So maybe I've died, and I'm beginning a new life. What Shadow couldn't decide on was if she liked this or not.

~Linebreak~

Waking up was always one of Wind's favorite things to do. She wouldn't be caught dead sleeping in a heartbeat past dawn, and sometimes she'd even be up what felt like moments after dusk.

This particular morning, she could still feel the night chill on her pelt. This was exactly what she loved about being in WindClan: she was free, out in the open, allowed to have the breeze sift through her fur and cool off her skin.

A grin already planted on her face, she blinked open her eyes. She found herself facing the squished-down heather where her mate, Gorsefur, slept. She stretched out a paw to feel if his spot was cold, but was caught off-guard by the size of her foot. And her leg was so... short!

Alarm and panic were already beginning to worm their way into what she had hoped to be an enjoyable day. Gulping, Wind noticed that something else was off as well. Instead of being nestled in a shallow scoop in the ground with her deputy and bunches of heather, she was under a gnarled gorse bush. And what she had thought to have been the grasses beyond her nest was actually a yellow-furred queen. A pang of long-buried grief gripped Wind's heart as she was reminded of her mother, Rabbit, who had been killed by infected scratches inflicted by her namesake when Wind and her sister, Breeze, were just apprentice-age. Their father had died before they were born.

Speaking of her sister... Wind turned and was ready to yowl in shock and amazement as the ginger tabby fur of her long-dead sister came into view, buried in the fur of the Rabbit-like queen. This couldn't possibly be my family.

Rabbit was dead. Breeze was dead. Wind was alive and full-grown, not short-legged and small-pawed. And she slept under the sky with her beloved mate, not under a bush with these strangers.

Wind swallowed, churning her paws into the earth under the heather. They are strangers, right?

Everything changed even further when the queen roused, blinking open sleepy amber eyes. Rabbit's eyes were blue. This disappointed Wind a little, but relaxed her all the same.

Of course, just one more thing had to add to her utter disbelief: The queen licked Wind around the ears and whispered to her, "Awake yet, Heatherkit?"

~Linebreak~

River had already been awake for ages, since the sky was still stained pink and orange from the breathtaking sunrise.

Yet nothing else was breathtaking. Not anymore. The silver tom was sitting at the edge of the nest he apparently now shared with a light brown tabby queen and three black, silver, and gray siblings. It was hauntingly like his kithood, excluding the sound of the rushing river in the background. River had grown up far away, with the Cats of the Park, not here, at an unfamiliar camp.

Yes, a camp. River had already been outside to check his reflection in the river, and he had seen dens circling the clearing. It was a camp with a river, but not the one he knew. There was a lake in the distance, and its algae-like smell hung on the air.

And though blurred and slightly deformed by the rushing water of the river, he recognized a youthful self, a self from seasons ago. He was a kit again, of all things, and it appeared he and his mother Cattail as well as his siblings Marsh, Creek, and Stone had been sent to this place as themselves from long ago, before any death, before any anything.

And River had to admit, he didn't mind it too much. He had always wondered what would happen when death came to him; and perhaps this was it. He had died in his previous life, and got a fresh start with his original family and original self, but in a completely different set of circumstances. In this version, River would meet different cats besides Clear Sky and Gray Wing and Tall Shadow. In this life, he might be free of having to take charge of a Clan named after him.

It was never a humble idea, to name the Clans after ourselves, River thought. Then again, it was Clear Sky's idea, to keep the Clans' founders' "spirits" alive even after our deaths. He probably just liked the name "SkyClan". The silver cat's whiskers twitched in amusement at the memory of the arrogant pale gray tom, but they quickly stopped as he heard movement from the nest.

He spun around, and found that the tabby in the nest, his dear mother Cattail, was awake. She stretched forward and then back, taking her time to shake the sleep out of her bones. River bounded forward and touched his nose to one of her hind legs.

"Mother, it is so wonderful to see you again," he purred. "Look! It's started all over again. My old self has passed on, and now we are a family again, in a whole new world." He felt a kit-like pride in himself that he had figured all of this out in one morning.

But the tabby just tilted her head at him, and then chuckled like a parent does when they think their child is lying. "Oh, Ripplekit, what tall tale did you think of this time?"

~Linebreak~

Sky bounded through the trees, his paws flying over fallen twigs and leaf litter. He had absolutely no idea where he was, and he just wanted to get back home.

The only positive thing about waking up like this was that his greencough was gone, his body was young again, and leaf-bare had turned into greenleaf in one night.

Clearly, time had been reversed: Sky was a kit again, and the speckled gray she-cat and dark gray tom he had roused beside were his mother Quiet Rain and his littermate Gray Wing. But he had discovered that he was quaking in shock and fear: Quiet Rain was dead, and Gray Wing had been kit-sized? How did they end up like this?

Panic had ended up taking over, and Sky had bolted out of the camp, a strange rocky gorge. SkyClan has come to this? With dead cats returning to life and adult cats being reduced to mere kits once again? Sky had not particularly liked his kithood in the mountains, but it was the card he was dealt, and the mountains were where he was raised. Being raised all over again at any other location just felt wrong.

And if Sky was a kit again, what did that mean for his son Thunder and his kits with Star Flower- Tiny Branch, Flower Foot, and Dew Petal? Have they just disappeared, now that their father is a kit? None of it makes any sense...

In the blink of an eye, his authority as leader of SkyClan was also gone. He had to escape... there must be some way to turn back, to return to the world he had fallen asleep in last night, his sickly body curled around Star Flower.

His chest ached with pain at the sudden loss of his beautiful mate and strong, fully-grown kits. Where is Star Flower now? he wondered.

This had to be some cruel joke the spirit cats were playing on him. He ran and ran until his paws were throbbing, and eventually he could no longer breathe. He felt like Gray Wing, who had difficulty with his breathing following a forest fire. The pale gray tom slid to his belly on the leafy ground, doing his best to catch his breath.

"Why?" he yowled aloud. "Please, please, spirits! Please bring me back!" His sobbing was very audible, and prey seemed to completely clear out of that area of the forest. Sky thought he was completely alone, until he recognized a warm, sweet-smelling presence at his shuddering flank. He turned his head sharply to the right, and let out a moan of joy. "Star Flower," he whispered, still a bit out of breath as he struggled to draw air into his once-again-tiny lungs.

"Clear Sky," the golden she-cat murmured, her luminous green eyes raking over him. "My handsome, brave Clear Sky. Oh, if you only knew why this happened..."

Sky took a better look at his mate, and realized with horror that she, too, was now a spirit. Her warmth and luring scent were still there, but her solid body was not. "What is the matter? Why are you like this... why am I like this?"

"Clear Sky," Star Flower repeated before going on, "When I died, I became the founder of StarClan."

"StarClan?" Sky repeated, confused.

"The Clan of the spirit cats," Star Flower told him. "And do you know what happens when a spirit fades from StarClan, Clear Sky?"

Sky was baffled, and he shook his head.

Her enormous eyes engulfed him in the world he knew and loved, but her next words broke the spell. "You're reincarnated, Clear Sky. Welcome to the new home of SkyClan. The gorge."

And that's that, for now. See you at chapter one (if I ever get to it- but I promise I will at some point!)

-Mossy