Phew, okay, sorry about the last chapter, me not getting to respond and stuff like that. This chapter is shorter, but it has a few flashbacks and a section on the Cerberus. i'm working on the next chapter already, because i want to finish this and start on my other fics.
warriorfreak: yup, you are! Congrats! This chapter 20 is dedicated to you!
Mistypool: I try not to do the expected XD
katklaws -Fire Never Dies-: Yes... it is sad, isn't it? Anyway, stay tunned for a second fic that im going to do soon, a BloodClan one.
Littlewhisker: Ding Dong, the witch is dead!
BlindSeer220: thank you! I lov Woodpaw too!
Shadowed ice: lol, so does my friend, shes all like -twitch twitch-
Dakotles85: No, she didn't her get warrior name yet. For some odd reason... I don't know. I'll figure out why later, and i'll think up her name.
Woodflower and Falconwing were back-to-back during the vigil, and Woodflower found some time to reflect on rising memories. Apparently, with the death of Wish, her memories came back; trickling into her mind as she subconsciously remembered them.
Her name was Woodflower. It wasn't the greatest name in the world, but Woodflower loved it. One of the latest memories had been how she had discovered the name, coincidentally, she was with Falconwing.
"Falconkit, we shouldn't be out of camp!" argued, Woodkit, running after her best friend. The gray tom was bounding ahead, apparently ignoring her. Woodkit narrowed her eyes and growl, leaping forward and landing on his tail.
Falconkit squeaked and tumbled forward, crashing into some brambles with a satisfying crunch. A moment he later he popped back into view, obviously irritated.
"That wasn't nice!" he pouted, Woodkit laughed, and then stopped when something on Falconkits head caught her attention.
"What's this?" she leaned forward and picked up the item from Falconkits head. Her whiskers brushed his face, and she felt it heat up when she touched his with her flower jaw. She smiled inside, and carefully put the object on the ground.
"It looks like a flower," Falconkit mewed, and sniffed it, then shook his head, "No, it doesn't smell like one."
"It's made out of wood!" Woodkit squealed when she touched it, "A wooden flower, Falconkit! Do you think it's made by a twoleg?" Falconkit shrugged, and Woodkit continued pawing at it, "I want to take it back to the nursery, and show it to the others!"
"A-alright," mewed Falconkit uncertainly. Woodkit smiled warmly at him.
"Falconkit, if I could choose any name in the forest, I would call myself Woodflower," she laughed, "I know it's a dumb name, but…" she smiled softer now, "Whenever I hear it, it's like the world calls out around me, and whispers it in my ear." She laughed again, "That sounds pretty corny, don't you think?" Falconkit smiled, and a moment later Sootstar stepped out of the bushes behind them.
"There you are," he meowed, "Come, your mothers are worried about you." Woodkit laughed and raced back to camp, with Falconkit right on her heels.
Woodflower smiled, her name might not be the most normal in the forest, but it was the one she loved the most. Why? Because it shared in it a memory of Falconwing.
Falconwing tilted his head towards the moon, its sweet, intoxicating glow swirling through his veins. Eternal Twilight… and being trapped in there was the Cerberus… No. He wouldn't go. He couldn't. Woodflower, Icefire, Foampaw, and Sootstar needed him. The Clan needed him.
Falconwing glanced over at Woodflower, careful not to brush her with his wings. Training would begin the next day, and he wasn't looking forward to it.
He could feel his power growing as the time came closer and closer for him to be released. His essence was prepared for the shift in time and space, his loyal servants, the deadly snakes with the power to darken hearts and winds with their venom curled around him, protecting him from the exposure in such a fragile state.
His time was nearing; the shift was growing closer as his power glowed inside of him. And suddenly, there was more then enough, there was too much. So much he could burst. His eyes widened and sharpened, and a howl burst from his parted lips. Wild energy from the day he was reincarnated raged through his body.
He struggled to contain it inside of him, repeating in his head over and over again, 'save if for when you kill them all, because you'll need it all.'
Then sun cracked over the horizon. Falconwing blinked as the stars vanished in the east once by one, and the Silverpelt faded into the clouds. Fate was walking over to them with Icefire and Foampaw. Woodflower shifted behind him, and Falconwing striated up, taking a deep breath of his first day of training.
Okay, next chapter, training with Falconwing and Fate! And Kohaku, he'll be in that one too. I might throw in a fluff if i remember. Review! Please! And i'll give you chocolate!