Welcome back for the next exciting installment of History Rewritten! I kind of forgot about this story and was wrapped up a lot in visual art and other stuff, so I didn't come around to updating either of my stories. Life is interesting like that.
But anyways, I am still open to more ideas on another History Rewritten story and one-shot. The one-shot can be about Thunderpaw, Mapleleaf, Hawkfeather, Brightpaw, Blackwing or another one of your characters, but you people have to decide for me since I'm really bad at making decisions like that. In case you haven't noticed: I like to give away free stuff. If you contribute any ideas to the next History Rewritten story, I will make a digital drawing of ONE of you OC's to keep. All you'd have to do is download the image from the site. Same thing if you want a one-shot, except that picture is going to be of the cat it is featuring.
One more thing: should I make a story about any of the other categories I read about?
Enough of my little spiel, onto the story.
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Brokenpaw winced as an icy drop of rain splashed on his muzzle. Opening his eyes, the tabby apprentice found himself by the burnt tree back in ShadowClan's territory.
I made it back!
Brokenpaw scanned the sky. Dark grey clouds swirled in the sky, brewing up a thunderstorm that threatened to cut through the forest. Realizing how late it was, Brokenpaw darted back to camp before Raggedstar sent out a search party for him. His mentor would be furious if he knew he had been out on his own for so long.
Oh StarClan please let Yellowfang have told Raggedstar that I'm ok.
Panic pushed Brokenpaw's paws through the marshy ground. The rain suddenly pattered harder and harder on his pelt, soaking his thick fur into strands that clung to his ribs. Thunder rumbled in the soupy sky as clouds seemingly mashed into each other. Brokenpaw raced on across the territory, panting.
Soon the plant growth thickened. Brambles and bushes lined the wet forest floor where Brokenpaw stepped. The camp was in view! Pushing through the entrance, Brokenpaw was home. Much to his surprise, there was no angry Raggedstar there to scold him. Instead, Yellowfang replaced him. Her face was strewn with worry for him.
"Raggedstar and some of the warriors went hunting a while ago. You're lucky you found your way back in this storm," Yellowfang mewed almost sternly. Brokenpaw dropped his eyes.
"Sorry. I was tracking prey and lost track of the time." Brokenpaw lied.
Yellowfang snorted.
"I would hope so. Better dry yourself off before getting in your den. Your denmates will have a fit."
Brokenpaw felt Dawnstar's presence beside him appear like mist and whirl around him like smoke. The silvery warrior's whiskers twitched with amusement.
"She was like that in StarClan when I first met her." Dawnstar whispered. Brokenpaw almost popped out a chuckle.
"Yes, she has some humor, doesn't she? I'm amazed you don't show it as much, Brokenpaw. Enjoy yourself a little."
"What do you mean," Brokenpaw whispered to the grey specter, "I'm not in misery, am I?" Dawnstar shook her head a little.
"No, no. What I meant was that you can take this whole thing a little less seriously. I understand you, I really do. But take some time for yourself too."
Brokenpaw tilted his head in thought at the realization. Had he been trying too hard? Was being a warrior the only thing he had been striving for? Brokenpaw watched Yellowfang return to her den absently.
Am I just taking it all too hard?
"Yes, yes you are. You don't have to think about it that hard either, you know. You're giving me a headache too. Also, now would be a good time to go to your den. The rain's starting to leak into the clearing."
Minding his partner's advice, Brokenpaw trotted to his den. Clawpaw and Darkpaw had the same idea.
"You're lucky Raggedstar wasn't here when you went missing." Clawpaw said. Brokenpaw noted the seriousness in his tone.
"Yeah, he probably would have clawed your ears off." Darkpaw added.
Brokenpaw gulped and shuddered a bit. He didn't know his mentor would be that protective of him. Raggedstar had always been fond of his son, but never to the extremes. Dawnstar soothed her partner.
"Don't be frightened. I'll help you say all the right words…"
But if I say it too well, won't Raggedstar thing something's wrong? Brokenpaw thought.
"You're learning so fast! But, I guess so. Maybe I'll stay out of this one. By my guess, Raggedstar hasn't returned yet. You still have a little time to think about what you'll say. While I'm here, why don't you tell me about yourself."
I thought you knew everything about me already.
"Not really. I don't know about you, yourself. Your mind and spirit, that is.
Spirit?
"Yes. Go somewhere else. Your denmates are staring at you."
Brokenpaw blinked his eyes back to reality. Darkpaw glared at the tabby apprentice in confusion. Clawpaw's whiskers twitched.
"Are you falling asleep, Brokenpaw?" He mewed, trying to keep himself from snickering. Brokenpaw felt himself grow warm with embarrassment.
"Uhh, yeah. I had a tough time getting back in the storm, so I'm pretty tired." Brokenpaw replied, slumping down in his mossy nest. He closed his eyes as he watched his denmates leave to clean the elder's den. He smirked at watching his friend's departure for the unpleasant task of removing ticks. As soon as Brokenpaw was alone, Dawnstar reappeared. Brokenpaw slowly opened his eyes to see the spectral figure of the silvery she cat sitting next to his nest. Her wispy, white tipped tail swept the mossy floor of the den in front of her partner's nose.
"Your spirit is kind of like your personality, or how you follow your morals. Those who have good spirits go to StarClan when they die. Those with bad or cruel spirits go to the Dark Forest. Do you think you understand?"
Yes. I think that makes sense.
Dawnstar inched closer to Brokenpaw.
"How far back can you remember?"
Brokenpaw stared back at Dawnstar blankly. His eyes reminded the she cat of shallow puddles. A ripple in the amber pools signaled that he remembered something.
I remember two more cats like me.