History Rewritten: Brokenstar Chapter 7
I have to make up some characters since I don't know all of them or they aren't listed anywhere. So in the future these characters probably won't exist, so I'm telling you readers that now, especially since there's a book coming out eventually about Yellowfang in this time period. If you want your personal character in this story or Dawnstar's Legacy, (for people on only), message me and I'll make sure it happens. Be sure to include a description and/or a picture of your character along with the personality. Cats only, please. (Sending me your character is preferred; it's hard making them up. Try to be realistic.)
Six moons passed, life in ShadowClan moved on as it usually did. During two of those moons, Poppyfoot had successfully delivered her kits. She had one she kit and a tom. They were both black and white like her except the tom had a grey spot on his face. Brokenkit found himself playing with them all the time after they were old enough. But even that wasn't enough to cure his never ending boredom.
One morning, Brokenkit left the nursery.
"Get me a mouse while you're at it, will you Brokenkit?" Poppyfoot called from her nest. Her two kits seemed to get into more trouble than 8 kits combined! She couldn't leave them unattended. Brokenkit trotted up to the fresh kill pile and was greeted by two warriors. One was black and the other was tortoise shell.
"Hello, Brokenkit." The tortoise shell pelted warrior said, his voice rather soft.
"Hi, Leafshade." Brokenkit greeted back with a smile. It warmed him to see daily life go on and on. He just wished he could be a part of it. But any day now Raggedstar would have to make him an apprentice. He was six moons old and started to outgrow the nursery.
"Is Raggedstar here in camp?" Brokenkit asked. He wanted to ask his father when his apprentice ceremony would be. Most days now he was just about to burst with boredom. Maybe I should sleep the day away. Suddenly, he heard brush rustle. A patrol was back! With apprentices who could play with him. 3 Apprenticed marched into the camp with pieces of fresh kill. One of them was Lizardstripe's son, Clawkit, now called Clawpaw. His dark fur looked ruffled, as if he were brushing himself against rough plants. Pride shown in his eyes and he carried his catch and dropped in on the fresh kill pile. Brokenkit ran up to his former denmate. Clawpaw saw Brokenkit approach and called out to him.
"Hey Brokenkit, look what I caught!" Clawpaw picked up his catch and set it down in front of Brokenkit. The frog smelled delicious and warm. It was freshly caught. "You can have it, Brokenkit. I want my denmate to be the first to taste it."
"Why not show Lizardstripe?" Brokenkit asked, mouth still watering. Clawpaw put his ears back.
"Dawnpaw and I will never forgive her for attacking you. You mean more to use than her." Brokenkit was surprised to hear Clawpaw say that to about his own mother. It feels good to be loved, doesn't it? Then with, Clawpaw's insisting, Brokenkit took a bite of the frog. It reminded him of fish and vole put together with a slightly tough consistency.
"Yum, this is great Clawpaw!" Brokenkit mewed with meat in his mouth. His brother smiled at him.
"Glad you like it. Maybe you can share with Yellowfang; I don't think anyone has brought her food yet today." Clawpaw finished his sentence and said goodbye to Brokenkit. Clawpaw's mentor, Marshclaw, was calling him. His greying pelt became more and more apparent each day. Clawpaw would probably be his last apprentice before he retired. Clawpaw ran off towards his mentor, kicking up clods of dirt along the way. Brokenkit picked up the remains of the frog he was eating and headed towards the medicine cat's den. Brokenkit always remembered where it was because it smelled like herbs and was kept in a cleaner condition that the other dens. Usually Yellowfang was the only cat in the den when there were no sick cats. Brokenkit pushed himself through the entrance, the floor felt dry and smooth under his paws. To his surprise, Yellowfang wasn't in her den. Instead, a young, grey and white splotched tom cat sat in the den sorting herbs and berries. Brokenkit had forgotten Yellowfang had taken an apprentice a moon and a half ago. His name was Runningpaw. He had talked to Brokenkit a couple of times in the nursery and played games with him. Brokenkit didn't know him that well though. The brown tabby kit set down his frog and spoke.
"Is Yellowfang in the camp?" His meow echoed off the walls. The den was emptier than he though. Runningpaw turned away from his task to see Brokenkit.
"No, she went out to collect some chervil. She'll be back by sunhigh though." Runningpaw sniffled. Brokenkit remembered his cold never leaving his system. When they were kits his nose sniffled and oozed. His mother had claimed it was nothing. It didn't seem to bother the young apprentice, so Brokenkit decided not to bring it up.
"When she comes back, can you tell her I got her a frog?" Brokenkit asked, pushing the frog towards Runningpaw.
"Of course, no cat has brought us anything yet. Thanks, Brokenkit."
Brokenkit ducked out of the medicine cat's den and ran scampered off towards the nursery. On his way, he ran into Poppyfoot.
"Come here, Brokenkit." She meowed, leading her adopted son back to the nursery. She sat down in her nest, beckoning for Brokenkit to do the same. Splashkit and Whitekit, Poppyfoot's kits, were tussling around on the other side of the nursery. Brokenkit could hear their little squeaks of delight as they played. Brokenkit turned his attention to Poppyfoot. Her blue eyes sparkled with pride.
"You're six moons old now," She started, "Raggedstar spoke with me earlier. He said you'd be an apprentice today!"
Brokenkit made an excited squeak, hopping a little as well. Poppyfoot laughed a bit.
"You're not going to be an apprentice acting like that. Settle down." Poppyfoot said, chuckling even more. Brokenkit stopped. "Remember, Raggedstar, Yellowfang and I are all proud of you." Poppyfoot knows about Yellowfang's secret? Poppyfoot then proceeded to groom her adopted son. Brokenkit squirmed underneath her. This is still unpleasant, no matter how old I get. Then, a yowl resonated in the camp from a rock sitting in the center.
"Let all cats old enough to hunt at night gather here for clan meeting." Raggedstar summoned his clan. Brokenkit would be an apprentice today!
"Quick, let's go. You can't be late for you own ceremony." Poppyfoot nudged Brokenkit out of the den. The two cats padded towards the center of the camp. The entire clan was sitting outside their dens ready to watch him officially become an apprentice.
"Come here, Brokenkit," Raggedstar called to him from on top of the rock. Brokenkit obeyed. He walked up to the center of camp and stood at the foot of the rock. "Today, we gather on this day to make this kit an apprentice. He has reached his sixth moon with us and is ready to start his warrior training." Raggedstar's meow sounded loud and clear. Brokenkit could hear the pride laced in it. "Brokenkit, from this day forward your name shall be Brokenpaw. I will be your mentor." Raggedstar bent down and touched noses with Brokenpaw. Then the clan started their chant.
"Brokenpaw! Brokenpaw!" The clan's voice chanted in unison. Some cats smiled and purred. Brokenkit remembered Dawnstar's apprentice ceremony.
"Dawnpaw! Dawnpaw!" RiverClan was proud of her. Dawnpaw glanced at her parents, Embersoul's eyes glittered with pride for his daughter, and so did Stoneheart's. Timberclaw, who was made a warrior just a few days ago, joined in the chant. So did her brother, Thunderkit.
"Congratulations, Dawnpaw!" Timberclaw said, nuzzling her shoulder.
"Thanks, now all I have to do is catch up to you." Dawnpaw replied with a hint of a challenge.
All Brokenpaw could remember was Timberclaw's purr and how sweet it sounded. Brokenpaw glanced around the camp for Yellowfang. There she was, sitting next to an elder and her apprentice. Sheer happiness lined her face and pride shone in her eyes. Then, Brokenpaw saw movement behind her! It was a cat! The cat had a brown, tabby pelt with green eyes shining like stars in the sun. Stars seemed to line his pelt. Timberclaw! Are you proud of me, too? The image of Dawnstar's mate faded, and the clan walked up to Brokenpaw, all mewing their congratulations. Yellowfang came up to Brokenpaw and licked his cheek. Her eyes swirled with love and sadness. Sadness that came from the fateful and snowy day she had to give her only son up. Then she turned away and padded to her den. Raggedstar tapped him on his shoulder.
"Time to get training, we're going to explore the territory." Raggedstar then led his apprentice out of the camp for the first time.
