History Rewritten: Brokenstar Chapter 3:
The next day, Brokenkit awoke as the dawn border patrol tromped though the camp entrance on their way out. The kit shivered, Lizardstripe had ousted him out of her nest into a private nest of his own. Without his siblings and his adopted mother pressed against him at night, the cold quickly soaked through his mossy nest and into his body. Brokenkit looked over at his family's nest. He could see Lizardstripe's sides rolling up and down with the sound of her breathing and hear the gentle snoring of his siblings. Brokenkit approached this nest, being very careful not to stumble or make any noise that would wake up his mother. He didn't dare wake her, she would probably throw him out of the nursery like she did the last night. Brokenkit noticed one of his black pelted brothers yawned, and then opened his bright, green eyes.
"Brokenkit, are you alright," he whispered.
"Yeah, I'm ok Darkkit. Just cold. It's lonely without you guys in my nest." Brokenkit replied, looking at the ground.
"Oh ok. I can share your nest till mother wakes up. Maybe I can ask her to share your nest tonight too."
"Would you?" Brokenkit's eyes sparkled a bit, "I'd really like that, thanks."
Darkkit scooted in Brokenkit's nest and pressed himself to his fur. Much better. I must have forgotten what it's like to have siblings after Thunderstorm died. The two kits drifted off to sleep for the remainder of the night.
The sun hovered above the horizon and the dawn border patrol returned from their short patrol. Brokenkit sat outside the nursery, watching the cats pour into the camp and return to other warrior duties. He could hear what they were saying if he listened hard enough.
"Squirrels are hopping out of Thunderclan's territory. There'll be a feast tonight!"
"Well, I kind of hoped an apprentice or two chased one across the thunder path. I could use something to sharpen my claws."
"Heh, you've always been so violent, Marshclaw. Chill out a little and enjoy the sun."
Brokenkit saw Raggedstar crawl out of his den to hear what the dawn patrol reported. Brokenkit saw the calmness of his gaze and remembered what it was like to be leader when he was Dawnstar. I remember doing that every morning, my warriors would always complain about Shadowclan's border to me. Suddenly, he heard a yowl from the nursery.
"Brokenkit! Get over hear this instant!" It was Lizardstripe. She probably had just woken up and found him gone again. Brokenkit trotted towards the nursery to see his mother with his brothers and sisters sitting by her left side.
"What did I tell you about leaving? How many times do you have to be told about leaving without permission?"
"Mama, I was going to tell you about it, but you left before I could get to you." Dawnkit said, sticking up for her brother.
"Fine, I'll let it slide just this once, but next time you'll be punished. Do you hear?" Brokenkit could detect the hint of a snarl in her voice that the rest of his siblings couldn't hear.
Brokenkit nodded. Lizardstripe walked off to join a hunting patrol. Brokenkit watched in delight as he saw the last of her tail disappear through the camp entrance into the forest outside.
"Mama said we could meet the clan today!" Clawkit squeaked as he bounced with excitement. The kits scattered in all directions, introducing themselves to the various clan members in the camp at the time. Brokenkit sniffed the air, trying to find the scent of healing herbs. Where's Yellowfang's den? She has to be here somewhere? Brokenkit explored the camp, nose to the ground and searching hard for Yellowfang's den. Out of nowhere, a lump of fur materialized in front of him.
"Ooff!" Brokenkit tumbled to his back when he bumped into the cat in front of him. He looked up to see a dark tabby tom cat with pieces of fur missing looking down at him, smiling.
"Hello, Brokenkit. Did your mother finally let you out to see the world today?" Raggedstar meowed with pride in his voice.
"You must be Raggedstar. Mama told me you were my father," Brokenkit said cheerfully, carefully choosing his own words. "The camp is really big."
"That it is, my little warrior. But there's a bigger world out there for you to see." Raggedstar nuzzled him and Brokenkit purred. When was the last time I talked to my real father? He joined Starclan so long ago. I barely remember times like this. Memories flooded back to Brokenkit. Memories of when he was Dawnstar. He remembered a kit called Thunderkit and a mother called Stoneheart and a father named Embersoul. Both of his parents were in Starclan now, but he wouldn't be here to change history forever.
Raggedstar's voice struck Brokenkit's mind back to the present moment.
"Off you go now; there are lots of clan mates to meet today Why don't you go meet Yellowfang. Her den is just over there beside that rock." Raggedstar said, nudging him along.
Brokenkit happily obliged and scampered off towards the medicine cat's den.
