History Rewritten: Brokenstar Chapter 9

I'm debating whether or not to put this story on a hiatus until Yellowfang's Secret comes out. I kind of want to avoid putting out wrong information about cats. On top of that, no one knows exactly what Brokenstar's real childhood was like. So I need some crucial information too. Also, send in characters! I know you can do it, help me out a bit here! If you are going to send me one, be sure to include a description/picture of your character along with a description of the personality, try to be realistic.

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Brokenpaw continued to follow Raggedstar across ShadowClan's marshy territory. The last stop Brokenpaw's father introduced him to, was the ThunderClan border. This was a different sight to Brokenpaw. He couldn't really fathom the fact that ThunderClan was right next to ShadowClan when it came to borders. In Dawnstar's memories, ThunderClan lived all the way across a giant lake. They had no touching borders. It was very different than what he knew.

Raggedstar then led his apprentice back towards the camp. They passed by an old, burnt sycamore tree on their way. Brokenpaw stopped in his pawsteps and stared at the tree. ShadowClan elders told me about this tree at a gathering; it was my first gathering as a leader… Then, Raggedstar's voice pushed into Brokenpaw's ears.

"What's with you and daydreaming? Let's go home, Brokenpaw." Raggedstar's mew wasn't harsh, but Brokenpaw didn't want to find out what would happen if he kept his father waiting. He picked up his paws and padded towards his mentor. A few pawsteps more, the pair of cats arrived back at the camp. Activities were going on as normal, just as they had left it. On his way back to his den, Raggedstar told Brokenpaw that he'd take him out for night training. In preparation, Brokenpaw headed off to the apprentice's den. There, he saw his littermates waiting for him. Dawnpaw greeted him, bounding up to her adopted brother and licking him on the cheek.

"Hi Brokenpaw," she meowed cheerfully, "Clawpaw and I made a nest for you. Come and see." The grey she cat led Brokenpaw further into the tiny den. There waiting for him was a nest made of moss and a few feathers. Clawpaw's nest was right next to his, as well as Dawnpaw's. Brokenpaw purred.

"You guys didn't have to," He said smiling at his brother and sister.

"But we did. We thought you'd be tired when you got back, so we made a nest. It took me forever to find those feathers." Clawpaw said, pointing to the feathers lining the moss in Brokenpaw's nest. Brokenpaw rubbed himself on both of his siblings affectionately. He loved them with his whole heart. They accepted him when Lizardstripe didn't, as did Poppyfoot. There was another cat in his memory; he couldn't quite put a paw on which cat she was. The cat had a flattened face and a dark grey pelt. Brokenpaw recalled she smelled like herbs. Yellowfang! I forgot to visit her. I hope she hasn't forgotten about me.

"Hey Dawnpaw, Clawpaw, I'm going to go out for a little bit." Brokenpaw said, facing the exit of the apprentice's den.

"Ok, just be sure to be back before dark so you can nap with us before training." Dawnpaw meowed. Clawpaw nodded, agreeing with her.

"I'll be here." Brokenpaw promised.

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Brokenpaw always knew where the medicine cat's den was located in the camp. The smell of herbs was different than anything else he ever smelled, in his own memory or Dawnstar's. As he approached the entrance, Brokenpaw was greeted by Runningpaw.

"Hello Brokenpaw, how are you?" The grey and white tom asked politely.

"Fine, thank you. Is Yellowfang in there?"

"Yes she is. I think you picked a good time because she's going to collect juniper berries later today." Runningpaw sniffled. It seemed to Brokenpaw that he'd have an illness for life! Brokenpaw didn't understand why the grey and white apprentice didn't heal himself. Runningpaw left the medicine cat's den, leaving Brokenpaw with Yellowfang alone. The dark tabby apprentice treaded further into the den, the light was low and he had to feel his way in the den. Then, lying right beside a pile of catmint, lay a lump of dark, grey fur. Yellowfang was asleep on the job! I guess she deserves it. After all, she has the responsibility of the whole clan on her shoulders. Brokenpaw inched closer to the medicine cat. He prodded her back with his front paw. Yellowfang stirred. Brokenpaw noticed that she stopped snoring. Maybe she was going to wake up. Yellowfang then lifted her head up and yawned, blinking her round, orange eyes. She glanced at Brokenpaw. Her eyes light up in the inky darkness that surrounded her nest.

"Oh, it's you, Brokenpaw. I thought you were Raggedstar." Yellowfang said in surprise. Her voice then faded into disappointment.

I guess she still loves Raggedstar.

"Why are you here, Brokenpaw?" Yellowfang asked, stretching herself and arching her back.

"I came to visit you. Raggedstar is going to take me training later. I have time to spend with you now." Brokenpaw meowed, showing a little affection in his gaze towards the grey she cat. Yellowfang smiled a little. The smile was so small, Brokenpaw wasn't sure it was even there or if Yellowfang had meant in a mischievous way. Brokenpaw could tell it was there by the way it lit up her entire face.

"Well, now that I'm awake I might as well go out for berry gathering." Yellowfang said with a sigh, as if she were tired of chores. She was on her way out when Brokenpaw stopped her.

"Wait, can I come with you?"

Yellowfang stared back at the tabby apprentice, puzzlement written very clearly in her eyes. But deep down, Brokenpaw could see love settling in.

"Of course, since Runningpaw isn't coming, I could use and extra set of paws. Just make sure Raggedstar knows you're leaving." Yellowfang mewed in response. Brokenpaw rushed towards Raggedstar's den, his pelt hot with excitement. This would be the very first time he spent time alone with his real mother. This was his chance to get to know Yellowfang. Before he knew it, Brokenpaw was at the entrance of his father's den. He pushed his body through the thorns that guarded the den. The light that filtered into the leader's den was much more welcoming than the blackness in Yellowfang's den. Brokenpaw focused his gaze to the dark brown, tabby tom sitting on his haunches in the den. As Brokenpaw's mentor, Raggedstar needed to know that his apprentice was leaving the camp. Hiding his excitement, Brokenpaw addressed his father.

"Can I go out berry gathering with Yellowfang?" He asked, a bit sheepishly.

"Now? I guess so, since you have quite a bit of time before you'll be going training later." Raggedstar's voice trailed off a little, Brokenpaw guessed he was trying to remember something. Then, Raggedstar's voice broke the silence. "You can go, just be sure to save some energy for training." The ShadowClan leader hunched over and turned his back to Brokenpaw. At that point, Brokenpaw left the den. Yellowfang was already waiting for him by the exit of the camp.

"What took you?" Yellowfang meowed, her whiskers twitched.

"Raggedstar said I could go!" Brokenpaw answered, excitement flowing through him like a river. Yellowfang nodded at him.

"Let's go, lots of berries to get, so little time."