Please disregard any messages you got of multiple chapter 11's being put up. I accidentally put the wrong chapter up.

Ok, cut off the chapter a little short. So, whoops. Ok, Wolfheart is going to be in this chapter, promise. She belongs to Wolfy Winter and Dream, not me. I think you know by now which characters are mine.

So with this chapter I'm giving this story some much needed love, as I've poured more heart and soul into Dawnstar's Legacy. I'm trying to make this story better than it was for the first nine or so chapters.

Anyway, thanks so much to everyone who reviewed, faved and followed this little story of mine. Stuff of mine that isn't visual art usually doesn't get very much attention.

Also, I'm still up for writing one-shots by request if someone wants one. I'll even provide a cover art for it. All you have to do is give me the details about it.

So here we go lengthier than usual chapter.

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Brokenpaw slowly opened his eyes, expecting a throbbing pain to assault his head and mind. When he recovered his thoughts, he noticed his was lying in a clearing right by a pool of water. Stars shimmered and danced above his head in the clear, skies. Brokenpaw awed at the beautiful view. The tabby apprentice shifted his gaze over to the pool. Like this sky, it shone with stars and the water was clear and dark like outer space. Instinctively, Brokenpaw dabbed a paw at the water. The initial feeling of cold shocked the tom and he quickly drew back his paw and licked it.

"Welcome…"

"He shouldn't have…"

"We'll get it right this time…"

"Don't mess with Destiny, T-…"

"History will be rewritten…"

A myriad of whispering voices made Brokenpaw look up and around the surrounding area. Trees rustled between the light breeze and stars continued to twinkle in the night air, but there were no cats in sight. Fear ripping into his chest, Brokenpaw stood up and frantically sprinted into the trees, refusing to look behind him.

Confused, Brokenpaw soon found himself lost in the thick forest that seemed to get thicker and more crowed by trees and undergrowth with every step. Brokenpaw found himself trapped between clearings and thickets alike with bushes sprawling out in every direction. Slowing to a trot and then walking speed, Brokenpaw stopped to catch his breath. Nothing looked familiar to him anymore. ShadowClan territory was far, far away from him.

I won't be defeated by this stupid forest. How do ThunderClan cats stand it living in places like this? This place has to go somewhere, right?

Brokenpaw kept walking onward, clueless as to where the forest would lead. Soon, the night sky seemed to brighten above his head and the overall scenery lightened out of the night time. The tabby apprentice then pushed his muzzle into a nearby bush to force his body through. Eyes widened, Brokenpaw stopped. The bush shimmered as it moved as if it were made of dew drops shining in the sun or crystals against a star. Astonished, he gazed his amber eyes around to see the entire forest was the same way, all shimmering and made of a star like material. Brokenpaw breathed in, drawing in the scents to his nose. The scent of the forest was clean and clear like fresh water flowing out through the stones.

Utterly lost, Brokenpaw turned around and ran into the undergrowth back towards the direction he came. Leaves and plant tendrils slapped against his face, blinding him. Determined to escape the starry forest, Brokenpaw sprinted onward until he bumped into something blocking his way.

"Mrrrooww!" Brokenpaw yowled in surprise has he was forced to the ground. He flinched as he felt a paw rest on his shoulder, preparing to battle the intruding cat.

"You're lost, aren't you? This isn't ShadowClan territory." The cat said simply. The voice sounded familiar to Brokenpaw, as if he had heard it a time before.

"Dawnstar!" Brokenpaw mewed as he bounded up to the silvery she cat. Dawnstar nuzzled him slightly and sat down. Comfort rushed through Brokenpaw's spine. He felt whole when Dawnstar was near. Not like a love feeling, but completeness to one's mind, like she was the other half of his. Fear then wormed its way into Brokenpaw's chest. How did he know who this cat was? Who was this cat to him and why was he here with her? Brokenpaw took an uneasy step back and stumbled into a sitting position.

Dawnstar shifted herself. Stars rested in her fur that made her glow like morning light. Brokenpaw just stared in awe as she approached. Dawnstar padded up to tabby apprentice and rested her tail on his shoulder.

"It's alright," She meowed softly, "You know who I am. I met you, you in a dream when you were a kit, remember?"

Brokenpaw stared into Dawnstar's eyes once more. Her dark, amber gaze sparkled with a fierce light that made Brokenpaw shrink back a little.

Memories? Ambition? Should I trust her? She hasn't tried to hurt me yet…

All of the sudden, Brokenpaw felt like a kit again.

He shut his eyes and an image of horrors and violence passed into his mind. Memories that weren't his own flashed over his eyes. Terror rushed through his claws as he saw a version of himself swipe a speckle pelted warrior in the throat. The cat fell with his eyes glazed over and lifeless. His body hit the ground with a thud that splashed up his own blood from the sodden grass. More cats screeched and writhed, locked in a battle over the gently sloping hills of a moor. Horror filled Brokenpaw's face as he saw more and more cats fall to the ground dead at the paws of the warriors fighting behind and in front of him. Brokenpaw's double yowled as fight battered cats streaked out of the moor and over towards the mountainous rocks beyond the territory.

"WindClan's territory now belongs to ShadowClan!" He yowled. More cries of triumph emerged from the ShadowClan cats gaining rank behind him. Brokenpaw flinched as he saw himself sneer at the last fleeing WindClan cat: a black and white tom with a long tail. The tabby tom flicked his tail as he charged over the moor's hills, signaling for his warriors to give chase. ShadowClan cats ran forward to catch any WindClan warriors who straggled behind. They slashed at elders and snatched kits right off their feet with a swipe that killed them instantly.

Horrified, Brokenpaw opened his eyes. To his surprise, he was back at the luminescent forest with Dawnstar standing in front of him. Her eyes betrayed sympathy for him, but Brokenpaw just brushed it aside.

"That memory was yours." The silvery she cat said flatly, her expression unchanged. Dawnstar sat back down again and patiently stared at the tabby tom. Brokenpaw only stared back at her, rage starting to spark in him.

"That will be you if you don't do something about it," Dawnstar continued, "That's why I'm here."

"I will never do that, I'm a loyal ShadowClan warrior. I don't need your help." Brokenpaw almost snarled.

I'm not a murder. I won't drive off an entire clan. I follow the Warrior Code!

Dawnstar just sighed with frustration.

"Fine. I won't help you. But if I don't, who will? Those Dark Forest cats will probably-…"

"Wait, Dark Forest? Like the ones the elders tell stories about?" Brokenpaw piped in, cutting Dawnstar off midsentence.

"Yes. It exists. That's how you, well technically you, became like that in the first place and ended up doing all those horrible things. I'll show you." Dawnstar started padding off through the trees. Brokenpaw didn't follow, but just looked in front of himself. Dawnstar meowed to him without stopping.

"Are you coming or not?"

Brokenpaw got up to his feet and padded after her without a word.

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Brokenpaw bounded after Dawnstar, who seemed to be getting further and further away from him with every step he took to catch up. Soon, the trees and bushes started to lose their starry luster. Slowly, but noticeably, the scenery grew danker and darker with the scent of rotting toadstools clinging to the air around the two cats. Dawnstar stopped at a narrow strip of land that separated the forest the pair came from and the dark imbued one that lay ahead.

"This is the border between StarClan and the Dark Forest." Dawnstar said, pointing to each one. Brokenpaw stared in awe and disbelief at the Dark Forest territory. He'd heard stories about it from the elders. He knew it existed. Well, Dawnstar knew it existed, not him. Brokenpaw remembered stories and legends of cat deemed to evil to walk beside StarClan after death that were abandoned in the Dark Forest alone with other cats like them. Often they disgraced the Warrior Code, betrayed their clan or were mass murderers. Brokenpaw shuddered at the thought of meeting such a cat.

I guess I don't really have a choice but to trust Dawnstar. It's a better option than turning to those evil cats in that dark place.

Brokenpaw turned towards Dawnstar, expecting her to say something. Why had she brought him here? Why was the Dark Forest important? Dawnstar blinked slowly for a moment and then started to explain.

"Let me explain this to you," she mewed carefully, "You were supposed to grow up a rejected kit hood with your father training you to be the ultimate warrior. But you would have strayed from the path StarClan would have liked you to take and taken a darker path. That's what those visions of fighting and blood were. You were supposed to be the one committing crimes against the Warrior Code." Dawnstar composed herself of an air of calm. She betrayed nothing on her face. Brokenpaw curled his lip at her.

"I'm not like that!" He nearly yowled. Angry, her growled at her. Dawnstar didn't flinch. She frowned and meowed again.

"I know that!" The silvery she cat shook her head. "We all knew that."

"Then why did StarClan do nothing then!?" Brokenpaw snarled. StarClan cats now frustrated him. Why couldn't they do something? Weren't they supposed to watch over the clans and help them in times of need? Brokenpaw resisted the urge to pound off into the trees, as far away from Dawnstar as possible.

"StarClan is as powerful as you think! I learned that the hard way…" Dawnstar bit back. Her voice trailed off again as a little whimper escaped her lungs. "This is important that I tell you now, so you can help your clan and your future. History is doomed to repeat itself and I'm going to rewrite it. I was reincarnated into you so I could set things right. But that put in some issues."

Brokenpaw gazed at the RiverClan warrior, his eyes still hardened with the rage that fizzled in him.

I can't have a life to myself where I chose what happens to me?

"I know what you're thinking," Dawnstar said, "But I didn't have much of a choice either. I lost loved ones, in more ways than one. But I had my clan to save and you have yours. I was actually here to give you more leeway, a life apart from me. I won't be your second half anymore, but I'll still be around all the time to give advice and help. You'll be living your own life."

The little tabby tom blinked.

"I- what?" He stuttered, confused.

"Those memories, the knowledge, the skill was all mine, Brokenpaw. It was all passed to you when I was reincarnated at your birth. I was you, and you were me."

"But not anymore," Brokenpaw said evenly. Dawnstar nodded.

"Not anymore."

Brokenpaw almost smiled. His life was going to be his at last! But the feeling was pushed aside quickly when he sensed another presence nearby. Brokenpaw jerked his head towards a rustling bush. A dark grey she cat with stormy green eyes padded out. Star sparkled on her fur like Dawnstar's did.

"Hello, Brokenpaw. I am Wolfheart." The she cat introduced herself with a quick bow of the head. Brokenpaw stood rigid.

More StarClan cats?

"It's ok, Brokenpaw. She's just my daughter. You can trust her." Dawnstar explained. Wolfheart nodded at him.

"Yes, and I have one more thing to tell you. There are more destinies besides yours. Don't go inter-!" Wolfheart's thought wasn't finished when her screeched filled the air. A thick muscled grey and ginger tom pressed his paw down on her throat. His coat was ragged and smelled faintly of blood and crowfood.

Dawnstar crouched into a battle stance; Brokenpaw followed suit. From beside him, Brokenpaw could hear his companion growl and noticed her hackles rise along her spine. Wolfheart struggled under the new tom's claws, which started to dig into the she cat's skin.

"What are you doing here, Thunderstorm? You should know better than to stick your nose in StarClan matters?" Dawnstar snarled at the tom. Brokenpaw wasn't surprised that Dawnstar knew this cat somehow. Thunderstorm just laughed harshly. The ginger and grey tom pressed his claws deeper into Wolfheart's neck, causing her to squeal with pain.

"Just StarClan matters? Dawnstar you're stupider than you were in life. This concerns the Dark Forest too; after all, he sided with us during the Great Battle at the lake." Thunderstorm half growled. He shifted his dark gaze to the tabby apprentice. Brokenpaw's mind shuddered. This cat wasn't a good cat.

Is this what I would have become?

Brokenpaw stood beside Dawnstar, who looked like she would snap like a twig any moment under Thunderstorm's dark amber gaze.

"Let her go!" She yowled as she sprang at the tom. Thunderstorm side stepped and slashed down on her forehead.

"Always better than me at battle moves, huh Dawnstar?" Thunderstorm snarled as he made another blow towards his opponent's chest. Yowling with a new found rage, Dawnstar slashed at Thunderstorm's throat, leaving a bleeding cut along his neck. Thunderstorm coughed, but continued to taunt the silvery she cat.

"Killing your own brother? Wouldn't mom and dad be proud of you-!" Thunderstorm was cut off with a hit to the flank.

"Don't you dare bring them up, Thunderstorm. You said it yourself when we lived. 'They wouldn't have cared if you died.'" Dawnstar spat at her brother. Thunderstorm just glared at his sister, unable to retort. His eyes became dark amber orbs of hatred glowing on his face.

"You always won, Dawnstar. But this time you won't." Thunderstorm turned back to the Dark Forest and leapt off into the shadows of the trees. Dawnstar raced towards her daughter who lay panting on the ground beside them. Brokenpaw remained frozen, shocked by what he had just saw.

"Are you alright, Brokenpaw?" Wolfheart asked when she stood up onto her paws. Concern glittered in her green gaze like pools. Stunned a moment, Brokenpaw responded.

"Yes, I'm okay."

"Good. Now you need to wake up."

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Spoilers for Dawnstar's Legacy in here, yes? You can think about what happens to Thunderstorm during his life, but you can clearly see what happened after he died. I finally fit Wolfheart in there. I've wanted to put her in a story for so long and Wolf Winter and Dream had to wait all this time for it.