History Rewritten: Brokenstar Chapter 6

Heh, I should have mentioned this earlier. DawnStar and TimberClaw are the only characters I'm claiming. The other ones I don't care about, or belong to Erin Hunter. I don't own the Warriors Series. Only my characters and story itself. Just to clear stuff up if you haven't caught on already: TimberClaw and DawnStar are mates, they are from the same clan. ThunderStorm is DawnStar's brother, just 3 moons younger than her. StoneHeart and EmberSoul are the parents of the two siblings. This chapter is one of the less important ones, It's kind of like a filler, but more entertaining. The next chapter will be more interesting, I promise.

Brokenkit opened his eyes. He turned his head side to side to see where he was. I'm in ShadowClan's nursery. The sun still hadn't risen yet. From the clan's snores, it looked like the dawn border patrol hadn't left either. Suddenly, Brokenkit felt a large paw flatten his sides. Lizardstipe? No, Poppyfoot. He remembered what happened the previous day. Lizardstripe had disowned him and Poppyfoot welcomed him instead. The huge paw that squashed Brokenkit moved off him. Poppyfoot was still asleep. Now that I'm awake I might as well go outside. Brokenkit ducked his head as he crawled out of the nursery. It was as dark as it was when he went to bed. The moon blazed in the very center of the sky, like the yellow eye of a cat gazing down at the world. The stars twinkled and blinked at him, pretty, but silent and unmoving. Are you there Timberclaw? Brokenkit remembered him. As Dawnstar, he was a mate. Now he was just another StarClan cat. A RiverClan, StarClan cat. Right now he couldn't worry about other clans. He was just a kit; a kit with a history to rewrite.

Brokenkit proceeded to the center of the camp. It looked much different than it did in the day time. Shadows were more prevalent, it was darker than night itself in the camp. I guess that's why they're called "Shadow" Clan. Brokenkit chuckled to himself. As Dawnstar, he was always told stories about Shadowclan. They were considered the cruelest clan of the four. They loved battle, and always would fight to the death. Some elders said they starved their kits and apprentices. But now seeing the life of Shadowclan from the inside, Brokenkit thought much differently than what he was originally told. After all, it wasn't that much different from RiverClan. They still had patrols, they hunted and trained their apprentices and cared for elders. The only think different was the food. Oh how the little cat missed fish. There were frogs in both territories, but nothing would compare to the pungent flavor of fish on his tongue. I remember when I caught my first fish, and how I taught ThunderStorm how to swim…. Brokenkit lost himself in memories. The moon waned a little from its position. How else can I pass the time till the dawn patrol leaves? I know! I'll tell myself some of the old legends Stoneheart used to tell me.

NightShade ran towards the border, WindClan warrior right on his heels. The weeds shook as he sped through it, scrapping at his black pelt. Those mangy rabbit – breaths wouldn't catch him.

"Mouse- hearts! Why don't you come over here and fight me like real warriors?" NightShade yowled at the WindClan cats. They were chasing him in his own territory! He refused to be humiliated in front of an enemy clan in his territory. He wasn't doing anything wrong. He was only hunting. "Maybe WindClan is jealous of ThunderClan," He thought to himself. He watched the enemy patrol run towards their territory. All but one lone she cat. Her ginger, tabby fur and green eyes sparkled as NightShade approached her.

"Get off my territory!" He hissed at her. She didn't move, only smiled and sat down on her haunches.

"Why? You can't hurt me." She responded, mischief clogging her meow. NightShade unsheathed his claws, if he had to, he'd get her off ThunderClan's land once and for all.

"For the last time, GET OFF MY TERRITORY!" The last sentence turned into a yowl as he flung himself on the WindClan warrior. She screeched in defiance and fell backwards onto her back in surprise. NightShade slashed at her side, tearing off orange, striped fur in the process. The she cat then began to fight back. She swiped at his ears, and pummeled at his belly leaving scratches and torn fur. Finally, NightShade reared up and knocked the WindClan cat to her back with a hard thud! He growled in her face, his yellow eyes gleaming with fury.

"I won't kill you, the Warrior Code forbids it. You put up a good fight for you skinny, good- for- nothing rabbit-breaths. If I find you on ThunderClan territory again I'll shred your ears off till you beg me for mercy!"

The she cat stared back up at him. She was surprised, but not scared. NightShade didn't show it, but he had a reputation among other clans that he was a very skilled fighter. His snarl and his would scare off most apprentices and new warriors. When he fought in battles he would win every fight. NightShade always saw fear in the eyes of his opponents. Not seeing it was a huge change from what he was used to.

"All right, I'll go," the she cat said, huffing in air as she got up. "I'll leave your territory. My name's ReedStripe, by the way. I'll see you at the gathering in a few days." Her eyes shone when she took one last look at NightShade. Then, she stalked off back to WindClan territory.

Over the next few days, NightShade watched the border carefully for ReedStripe. He hoped she would come back, she seemed interesting. She was the only cat who wasn't afraid of him. It was a nice change. NightShade felt like he wanted to get to know her. Soon, the night of the gathering approached. ThunderClan's leader, TalonStar, chose NightShade to go to the gathering along with the clan's medicine cat WingShadow, the deputy BeetleFur and other warriors and apprentices of the clan. When the clan arrived, NightShade sat down in the moon lit grass next to a couple of RiverClan warriors. The group chatted about battle strategy and how to train an unruly or new apprentice. Then, he smelled rabbits. WindClan must have arrived! His heart raced at the chance to talk to ReedStripe in peace. The WindClan warriors scattered among the rest of the clans, greeting friends, joking, and sharing tongues. NightShade peered between the sea of pelts, searching for ReedStripe's ginger and tabby fur. Then, he spotted her.

"ReedStripe," He called out to her, "ReedStripe!" NightShade pushed past some apprentices to get to her, hissing at them in annoyance.

"Hello. Fancy seeing you here tonight .Huh NightShade?" ReedStripe's green eyes sparkled, NightShade admired how the shone in the dim light of the night.

"How do you know my name?" He asked. When they fought at the border, NightShade never mentioned his name.

"Don't think I haven't heard about you," ReedStripe purred. "You're one of the best warriors. Or so my clanmates say." The ginger she cat's face lit up with mischief. NightShade blushed. A she cat never complimented him before, only his mother. He stared at his paws instinctively.

"O-oh, uh, thank you." He meowed as politely as he could. They sat down in the grassy hollow together during the whole gathering. As the leaders ended their speeches and cats started to leave, NightShade rubbed himself against ReedStripe. She purred and licked him. The two looked at each other in the eyes like love struck owls.

"Let's meet here tomorrow night," NightShade suggested in a whisper. He didn't want his clan to know. Having a relationship with a cat from a different clan was against the Warrior Code. But he was determined to make his relationship with ReedStripe work.

"Ok, I will." ReedStripe nodded, her face glowing with happiness. All the clans departed from FourTress, the gathering place. Both cats looked back at each other longingly.

It was unclear what exactly happened over the 3 years of NightShade and ReedStripe's life when they courted each other in secret. The two were smart enough not to have kits, as that would bring unwanted problems in their futures. Every day they would sneak out of their clans to meet each other. For 3 years, no cat knew about the secret love of the two warriors. Until one day, WindClan's leader BrownStar found ReedStripe going out on her own. She followed her clanmate unseen and witnessed the meeting of NightShade and ReedStripe. She saw the two warriors touch noses and share tongues. It was obvious they had been mates a long time. Then, quick as an adder, BrownStar burst out the bushes she was hiding in and yowled.

"What are you two doing? Do you know that both of you are betraying your clans?" BrownStar's hackles stood up on her shoulders, she hissed at them. NightShade stood up to the WindClan leader.

"There's nothing wrong with love. The clans should accept that it was bound to happen." NightShade's meow was hardened by rage.

"The Warrior Code exists for a reason! Where's your honor, NightShade? What about yours, ReedStripe? I trusted you as a clanmate. I thought you were better than that." BrownStar continued to yowl at the two lovers. All the commotion was heard by a ThunderClan patrol passing by. The pair of cats was unlucky enough to be seen by TalonStar, who was on the patrol at the time. The ThunderClan cats rushed over to the three cats hissing at each other, eager to make peace. But when BrownStar explained the situation that had been going strong for 3 years, TalonStar had heard enough. He had a somewhat merciful fate for the two warriors, however. Both NightShade and ReedStripe begged to stay with each other, but it wasn't for either leaders. They were given 2 days to leave the clan territories for good. If they stayed, they would both be killed on the spot. BrownStar and the ThunderClan patrol departed to their own camps. The two lover cats were left to themselves.

Night fell over the Earth. NightShade and ReedStripe curled up next to each other in the roots of a tree. The night was cold and the two cats huddled by each other for warmth.

"What will we do? I can't live my life as a loner, I can't." ReedStripe sobbed. NightShade felt his own eyes water as he thought of what might happen to him.

"We- we can always separate," He suggested, choking on his own sadness. "Maybe if we do that, we'll both have the chance to make it up to our clans."

"And risk hurting you? No, I'll never do that."

"I'd rather die than live without, I know." NighShade whispered into his mate's ear. The two cats then jerked up and stared at each other. That was it! They'd die before they'd separate! ThunderClan and WindClan wouldn't miss them, they'd been exiled. There was also the hope that StarClan would await them in death. The two cats suddenly felt a renewing energy fill their bodies. NightShade led ReedStripe to the gorge that resided in ThunderClan's territory. ReedStripe peered down at the foaming waterfall and jagged rocks the sat in the water below.

"Ready?" She asked, poising herself to jump. NightShade nodded, and did the same. Then, in unison, the pair of lovers jumped, making no effort to save themselves. Their death was painless, their necks snapped quickly. NightShade and ReedStripe's spirits went to StarClan immediately, being welcomed by clanmates, friends and family when they arrived.

A warrior from ShadowClan had found the bodies of both NightShade and ReedStripe the very next morning. The warrior returned the bodies to ThunderClan and WindClan so their clanmates could grieve. He also made sure that their story would be passed on for generations, honoring their devotion to each other.

Brokenkit snapped himself back to reality, and looked at the sky. Dawn arrived already. The dawn border patrol would be waking up soon and so would Poppyfoot. Brokenkit bounded back to the nursery, finding all the cats that lived there still asleep. He padded as quietly as he could past Lizardstripe's nest, careful not to wake her up. Then, he flopped back down in Poppyfoot's nest. He just started to doze when a tiny paw prodded him in the back.

"Wake up, Brokenkit." Brokenkit opened his eyes and saw a grey face staring at him. It was Dawnkit.

"I'm trying to sleep." Brokenkit said, trying to close his eyes again.

"When we're apprentices, we won't have time to sleep in." Dawnkit poked Brokenkit in the back again.

"Oww! Fine, I'll get up." Brokenkit wiggled out of the nest. The other cats were starting to wake up too. Brokenkit saw Poppyfoot yawn and stretch. Lizardstripe and her kits awoke as well. Clawkit scampered over towards Dawnkit and Brokenkit.

"Let's go play, you guys!" He meowed happily. The three went in the camp to play, chasing after one another.

"No matter what Brokenkit, we'll always be your family, even if Lizardstripe doesn't want you." Clawkit said, smiling at Brokenkit.