I would like to thank everyone who gave me names for our four apprentices. I'm pretty sure what they will be named. When Breezepaw is called Breezeblaze, that isn't his warrior name, but his name as a she-cat's mate. I don't want any confusion among my loyal reviewers. (Marshmellowtime, Nightfangfox, Mossshine, Violetsong, The Last Sketch, RedWolf, Stormbreeze of WindClan, Mintfrost29, Phantomflower, KTDLover, Lamplighter at Midnight, Moonblaze 13, Tangleflame, SilverWolf1499.)

Time: Day 4

Character: Breezepaw of OakClan

Ch.12 Remember

The world seemed like a dark abyss, everything I was sure of, swirling out of my reach. The smells and noises that managed to reach my brains made no sense.

The fresh scent of running water seemed too overpowering, too close. The saltiness of slimy fish encased my unconscious body. Though I physically couldn't, my mind reeled with disgust.

I wanted to wake up, I truly did. My claws ached to dig into soft, she-cat flesh. They wanted crimson blood to drain into the rivers I could smell too well. The smell of fresh blood would curdle the screams of my weak guards.

It would also stop their chatter. My ears couldn't make out anything exact, but the buzz droned on, like a hive of bees. My ears rang with the noise as I lay limp, unable to block the noise with my paw.

When it seemed like my eyes would never open for me, the movement around me stopped. Rocks, hills, and ditches no longer shook my seemingly frail body. I could no longer hear Monster's heavy breaths as he tried to keep up with the patrol.

The smell of a medicine den penetrated all my pores. Herbs and plants were all around me, sitting on self upon self, waiting for a weak cat to put them to use. They might have saved my life, but I didn't have to like them.

Another sunrise seemed to have past, when my eyes flew open. I let out an uncalled for squeal as crusted goo flaked into my eye. I blink the bloodshot green orbs several times before my vision clears enough for me to tell where I am.

Stone walls were all around me, like I was back in the apprentice den. I expected Pinepaw to be standing over me with a scowl on his face, like he was begging to be clawed. I quickly flipped over to face him with a snarl on my face.

A pain stabbed me in the side, and a small moan of agony escaped my mouth. I gingerly flipped to my other side as the feeling subsided. "Just laugh away," I said, the breath vanishing from my lungs and my eyes closing.

When the chuckles of apprentice never reached my ears, I pried my eyes open again to get a better look around. That is when I saw this wasn't my apprentice den, I should have guessed because of the smell of herbs.

"Spottedfire," I called out to the medicine den, quietly because I didn't want to deal with she-cats trying to help me. "I need some medicine or something." My words burned my throat as they came out, causing me to cough up blood and bile.

As I tried to cease hacking up a lung, I froze as I spotted a cat sitting next to my nest. I blinked again to clear my eyes, to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. I don't want to add that to my strange symptoms.

I peered once again over the edge of my nest, ignoring the stiffness in my neck. Some of my joints crack, but I pushed them to the back of my mind, just like a real warrior.

A cream-colored she-cat was my visitor with her head dropped over in sleep. I can see her chest rise and fall with each breath she takes. She looked beautiful as she slept beside me so peacefully.

I"m sure I would have remembered such a beautiful cat, even with my mind acting up. There was no way I would have picked Blossomfrost over this stunning piece of fur.

"Hey, darling," I coo to her, my tail slowly running down her flank. Just feeling her fur against mine fills me with energy to return me to my former self. "I could show you outside for some fun. Either you want to, or I force you."

My smile turns upside down as she doesn't wake. I let out a small chuckle as her skin ripples where I touched it; a shiver runs through her body while a soft mew escapes her lips. I twine by tail with hers, playing with the limp flesh.

I feel strong, despite the scars that litter my pelt. I lean out of my moss bed to run my sandy tongue against the unruly fur on her head. My well-trained muscles seem to spasm and my bedding flies around the cave.

I dig my claws into the solid rock, making a ear-piercing scratching sound. A red feather is delicately floating the air. My paw flashes out in an attempt to spear with my unsheathed claws.

The sudden movement catches my body by surprise. The stone was seem to shift with a rippling effect and the red of the feather seems to cover the walls. I stumble back into my nest, not understanding what was happening to me.

My breath catches in my lungs, burning my parched throat. The cardinal's fluff lands on the crown of her head, exactly where I planned to rasp my tongue. It seemed to pause for the fraction of a second before running down her arched neck.

Her eyes pop open to reveal a deep, heavenly brown. I shake my head to pry mine from hers. "So, beautiful," I say, trying to charm my way in her good graces, and make some sense of what was going on. "Any clue where I might me."

Brief snippets of conversations come back, but no enough to give me a mental picture. Vague memories of dangerous she-cat come to mind, but I can't even decide where I get such a ridiculous idea from.

She looked at me with horror in her stunningly beautiful eyes and raced away. "Come back," I called, feeling like a complete fool. My blood lose must be getting to my head if I was calling out to she-cats.

She doesn't come back, but a white she-cat rises from the nest beside me. Her fur is messed up, matted and ragged. When she rises from her nest, she stretches her back, reaching as far as she can. She sifts and I can see dark brown dapples on her pelt.

"She-cats are all over this place," I sigh, still feeling strange. "Why are there so many useless lumps of fur?" I can muster my usual contempt, it takes energy I just don't posses at the moment.

If I expect a certain response, I don't get it. Instead green meets green, and I'm happy to say, all I do is give a closed mouth smirk. The face stirs memories with two names, OakClan and Blossomfrost.

"Breezepaw," gasps the cat across from me. "What are you doing here?" A look of pure confusion spread across her face. "I thought you were dead." Her last words fall flat, and I want to smack the tiny grin off her face.

I don't; I have an odd feeling we are on a leveled playing field, neither of us has the upper hand. "Can't a tom go wherever he wants to. I think the better question is what in StarClan's name you are doing here." I flash my dull teeth at her.

"We don't use StarClan's name in vain," said a skinny white she-cat, appearing from behind a stone slab. Her light blue eyes were glazed over with a milky film, marking that she was the weakest form of a cat. "Especially not in the medicine den where StarClan themselves listens."

"I don't think StarClan has a problem with what a tom does." My words come out with another sputtering cough, spit dripping down my chin. Before I could insult her further, she stuffed a ball of moss in my mouth.

"Chew on that," she told me. "It should clean up that blood dribbling down you face. I don't want to look like a mess when Icepaw comes to escort you away."

I mumbled by discontent with no success. My teeth dug deeper into the wad with each word I spoke, making breathing even harder. I thought she was trying to suffocate me until pockets of air popped in my jaws.

The blind she-cat turned to my upstart mate and spoke to her like she was someone worth speaking to. "Leopardheart is going to come take you to meet Petalstar. You still aren't a warrior yet, but you probably will by the end of the day."

"Ha," I said, laughing at that thought, spitting the pieces of moss out with varying degrees of success. "She is just a useless lump of fur like all she-cats in OakClan. Good only for raising kits." My words seemed to vibrate through the small cavern. I tried to rise to my paws to give my mate a nice smack, but my legs buckled and I collapsed, unceremoniously, to the ground.

"OakClan," muttered the looney medicine cat to herself. "That is why Blossomfrost has a warrior's name. Blossom frost, two separate parts. There is another Clan in the forest. Maybe across the ever-flowing river."

It burned to my soul that she thought Blossomfrost, my weakling of a mate, was a warrior. "She-cats can't be warriors," I blurted out, not caring for the consequences. Nothing could damage me more than whatever had happened prior to me getting here. "They are too weak for the rigors of fighting."

"Try telling that to the BloomClan she-cats," said ginger furred tom, licking his fur to calm the crazy spikes. "They'll rip you to shreds and throw your flesh to the fish."

I opened my mouth to speak, but the blind medicine cat beat me to it. "Flamewhisper," she said sweetly, yet still commanding, "will you take Breezeblaze with Blossomfrost when she goes to Petalstar. I think they have some valuable information."

"I thought Leopardheart was going to pick them up," he said, rubbing against his mates fur. He purred as he licked behind her ears. "Do you not trust the deputy."

"She can be a little vicious," she said softly, almost so I couldn't hear. "She might hurt the tom who came to us so battered. I think Fallowheart already beat him."

"That is an understatement," muttered Blossomfrost, close to my ear. It was like she was trying to tell me something important.

"I don't care about you opinions," I whispered harshly back. "She probably seemed scary to a coward like you. You don't know how to fight."

"My new friends are going to teach me," she said, unsheathing her pitiful claws. I have to admit, they were sharp and glistening with danger. I would trade my used claws for her fresh ones.

Suddenly a powerfully built cat burst through the entrance. I thought it was a tom because she looked like she could kick some butt, but her features were too delicate. "I'm here to collect Blossomfrost. If she isn't awake, wake her up."

I saw the tom motion for us to stay silence, and I was more willing to obey him then the blind medicine cat. His mate smiled at the she-cat. "Good morning, Leopardheart."

"There is no time to pretend I like you, Cloudblossom," said Leopardheart like a true OakClan tom. "I need the loner delivered because I have to gather morning patrols. Prey won't hunt itself, you know."

Cloudblossom looked like she was stifling a gasp, and her milky eyes looked shocked. "I think Breezeblaze should talk to Petalstar with Blossomfrost. They are both from another Clan, OakClan."

"Yea," I said, wanting to prove to myself I hadn't been permanently changed. "We keep she-cats locked up in dark dens where they can't see the sunlight. There only purpose is to have kits. Otherwise, they are completely useless."

Miss High and Mighty didn't take it very well. She slowly sauntered over to where I was sitting, grinning an evil grin the whole time. "You will be the one living in a dark den until Icepaw is ready to have kits. And trust me, that is a long time to wait with no sunlight."

I tried to rise to my paws, so I could look her straight in the eye, but my muscles refused to listen. I was being backed into a corner and had the feeling I had been in this situation, only with the roles reversed.

"I can kill you quickly," she said, unsheathing her long claws. "I don't need you alive if Blossomfrost is from your Clan too. She can tell me everything I need to know. You are an expandable tom, one that can be disposed of."

I thought my wonderful life was going to brought to a pitiful close when Blossomfrost stepped in from of my attacker. "You can't hurt him," she said, though I bet she didn't know why. "Look how he can't even defend himself. He will come with me to Petalstar, and we can tell her all about our Clan. Please Leopardheart."

"I just said I don't need him," she said, speaking to my mate as though she was a stupid kit. Well, she is, but that is beside the point. "You can tell me everything."

Tears welled up in my mates eyes, and for the first time in my life, I felt a little sympathy for her. "I don't know all that Breezepaw knows. He was training to be a warrior; I was just waiting for him to get his name so I could be mated with."

The she-cat, Leopardheart, had a malicious grin on here face. "Then drag him to her den. He can't rise to his weak little paws, but he has to get there some how. I think a nice bloody battle would suit my restless paws."

I wanted to tell her Adderstar and Nightclaw would splatter her blood and the rest of this Clan's into the river if they dared to attack. But, I wanted to see them die. I keep my mouth close a the tom grabbed me by the scruff of the neck like I was just a kit.

"I would advise you to keep your mouth closed and claw sheathed," he said through my fur. His words were mumbled, but I got the gist of what he was try to say. "I assume you want to live."

"Of course I want to live," I snapped at him. "Do you think I'm suicidal?" My words came out bitter, full of resentment for this situation I was in.

He shook his head, and my body swung with the movement. "You just seem to be begging for death. Most cats will be sleeping, but I wouldn't mock Petalstar. She is a ruthless leader without an mercy for toms."

"She is a female version of Adderstar," I said, so quietly, only myself could hear it. "Leopardheart is like Nightclaw and I am like Icepaw."

I stopped myself, when I spoke the name, Icepaw. No face came to my mind, just a black space where something should have been. "Who is Icepaw?" I asked the toms whose jaw I dangled in.

"She is my daughter," he said, clenching his teeth tighter around my fur. I responded by struggling, causing my taut skin to tear. My blood dribbled down his face, ans he spoke as he spat it weakly on my coat. "And I wish she wasn't your mate."

"I wish the same thing," I said, grinning at a brown she-cat with ginger stripes. "I already have a mate who is scared of me, beautiful Blossomfrost."

"You will be scared of her," he said, a touch of sadness in his voice, like he was speaking from his memories that weren't his own. "That is the way things are in BloomClan; you need to listen to me."

"I don't have to listen to you," I told him as I swung above the ground, in the dust of Blossomfrost and Leopardheart. "You are a tom who has been enslaved by she-cats."

"And you a a tom who enslaves she-cats," he told be when he spat me out at the base of a cavern entrance. "I don't even know which is worse." All his anger seemed to come out in that sentence, like a fire ravaging the forest.

As I lay on the ground, unable to move on my own, his words really tore into my heart. For some reason, what all the she-cats have been trying to tell me, reached me. All it took was one broken tom.

My chapters are going to be a little shorter because I don't want to leave everyone hanging for weeks at a time. That means the next chapter will be Breezepaw again. I hope I didn't mess him up too badly. He does have various cuts and scars along with being unconscious/in a coma for a couple days. He also doesn't remember much.

I'm writing a one-shot called Daylight Only about Harveymoon and Macgyver because I believe they deserve a story. If you are reading this a while after I post this, could you check out that story. I would really appreciate it.

My create-a-cat is done. The alliances and prologue should be posted soon as a teaser. The story will be started after I finish this one.

The title of this chapter is in rememberance of 9/11, when terrioists attacked the World Trade Center 10 years ago. Let us not forget all those who died because they were at work or trying to save those trapped in the burning building.

I have another question for everyone, so I can get more reviews; "Which cat would you like to see die the most?" It doesn't have to be one of the mains, just a cat from either Clan. If you tell me, that just might happen.