Welcome back everyone! I appreciate the ideas you gave me for the next History Rewritten story. Some of those are: Swiftpaw lives, Tigerstar, and Cloudtail never coming to the Clans. I have thought about Cinderpelt and her accident. Remember that I'm NOT putting Dawnstar and Timberclaw back in the next story. Somone else's character fills in that spot if you request your character or if I use your idea. Also, you decide how your character intervenes and "rewrites" history. I am really in decisive so I need help with these things. Thanks so much, all my readers out there!

Sorry for lack of updates. I can barely get the time to sit down and actually write stuff. Life is busy. I will get to updating Dawnstar's legacy too. I didn't forget it. This chapter will be a bit shorter so I can update both.

By the way, I never got an answer to my question at the end of the authors not in the last chapter, guys.

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I remember two more cats like me.

"Those would be your littermates."

Dawnstar lied down beside her partner, her pelt brushing his comfortingly. Brokenpaw remained silent for a moment, his mind soaking in the realization.

Littermates? Clawpaw, Darkpaw and Dawnpaw are my littermates, aren't they?

"I'm sorry to say this, but the answer is no. They are not your blood kin."

What?!

"Yes. And Lizardstripe is not your real mother. That is probably why she isn't too fond of you."

Brokenpaw shifted uncomfortably in his nest. Moss rustled the dry floor of the den with a "swoosh" sound when his paws moved the green stuff. Dawnstar lied still next to him, reaching over to give his ear a lick.

"I know it's hard to-…"

Right it's hard!

Brokenpaw nearly yowled at his partner. Dawnstar doubled back in surprise at his sudden anger. She didn't know he'd react so explosively to the truth.

Brokenpaw sighed and blinked his dark eyes at Dawnstar. The tabby apprentice's gave flickered apologetically at the grey she cat.

Sorry.

"Don't be. I don't blame you for acting like that. I've had to deal with half-clan cats before and revealing their past to them. They reacted just like you. You know what? You remind me of Timberclaw. He was half ShadowClan. He didn't take it well when I found out the truth."

Who's that? His name sounds familiar.

"He's another StarClan warrior. You can blame him for all of this."

Dawnstar let her whiskers twitch at her own humor. She frowned when she noticed that it didn't make Brokenpaw's expression change. Standing up, the silvery she cat beaconed towards the den entrance.

"Why don't you and I try some battle training? It will get your mind off of the situation."

Brokenpaw took another sigh and followed Dawnstar out of the apprentice's den. The storm had started to let up, reducing the fierce tempest to a cool drizzle and cats began to mill around the camp. Brokenpaw padded beside his partner to the camp exit. The tabby apprentice almost gave a startled meow when a warrior walked right through Dawnstar.

How did you do that?

"Technically, I don't exist for them, only for you."

I need to know more about you!

"I'll explain when we get out of camp."

Dawnstar led Brokenpaw to a clearing just outside of the camp behind one of the dens. She chose this spot instead of ShadowClan's normal training area because this area was drier than the rest of the territory. RiverClan had similar marshy grounds around the lake and often used dry plots of land for land battle training. Dawnstar found it easiest for apprentices to learn if they had even, dry ground instead of sticky, wet land to spar on.

The RiverClan warrior stepped back, facing Brokenpaw, his stance defensive. Dawnstar pondered her first move and whether or not to take advantage of his lower confidence.

Suddenly, Brokenpaw rushed at Dawnstar with both paws out stretched. He knocked the silvery she cat to her side with his startling strike. Recovering quickly, Dawnstar dealt a hefty blow to Brokenpaw's legs, sending him crashing to the forest floor. The tabby tom landed on his back with a grunt, only to watch his partner slamming down on him. Instinctively, Brokenpaw tried to push Dawnstar off him with his back paws, but found himself harmlessly prodding her belly. The grey she cat took advantage of his helpless ness and gave the apprentice a nip in the shoulder. Brokenpaw braced himself for another blow, but it never came. He looked up to see Dawnstar stepping over him.

It's over?

"Yes. Sometimes battles will only last a few heartbeats. What you need is confidence. Attitude is always the first hit in a battle. Overconfidence is missed hit and no confidence is the same as hesitating in a dire moment. You also need some strength in your forepaws, but that will come when you grow."

Why are you telling me all this? You're not even my mentor.

"But I am a warrior and I was a mentor, yes? I trained my kits outside of their normal training too. You're not much different."

Brokenpaw sat up and shook his pelt. Dust flew off his fur like a cloud, which made him sneeze and gag a bit. He took a step towards Dawnstar and looked at her.

Will you tell me about yourself now?

Dawnstar nodded and invited Brokenpaw closer. The tabby apprentice obeyed and sat near her.

"Ok, I'll tell you as much as I can, but Raggedstar will be back any moment and you need to get back to camp soon,"

Brokenpaw nodded and fidgeted, urging her to get on with her story like a kit listening to an elder.

"I was a RiverClan warrior once. I had a mate and two kits and also a brother, Thunderstorm, who you remember. Wolfheart was my daughter and my son's name was Windblaze. Timberclaw was my mate and mentor. Eventually, I became leader of my clan."

And?

"And, I am from another time's skies."