Yo! Welcome back to the wonderful world of Warriors. The good news is, I'm not dead and am going to get back to updating. The other good news is, I decided what the next History Rewritten should be about and that is Swiftpaw. Thank you everyone who contributed ideas to help me come to this decision. Striker in the night gets one of his/her OC's into the next installment. (I might need to contact this person about that though.)

My offer for oneshots still stands as it always does.

As you can see stuff start to unravel in both stories, I think it's good to speculate the future for one of the stories as the other is filled in. This is what I like about two stories paralleling each other. I'm actually really intrigued by Thunderstorm's side of the story, if you couldn't already tell.

This chapter is going to be a bit shorter this time.

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"Dawnstar!" Brokenpaw yowled as another blow from Thunderstorm crashed down on him, forcing the breath out of his lungs. His belly stung like wild fire and was struggling to catch another breath in hopes to fight back. In a desperate attempt to save himself, Brokenpaw swiped his claws at his attacker's forelegs, but Thunderstorm showed no signs of stopping. The silver and orange tom let out another laugh as he brought his fangs down on his victim's ear. Brokenpaw kept himself from squealing like a kit when the pain erupted from his head.

With another desperate stroke of courage, Brokenpaw used his hind legs to rake Thunderstorm's belly. The tabby apprentice felt fur rip when he noticed Thunderstorm relent just enough to give Brokenpaw the opportunity to get back onto his paws.

Growling in frustration, Thunderstorm slammed back into Brokenpaw, knocking the tabby into a nearby bush. Dazed, Brokenpaw lashed out a few blows onto the oncoming attacker. Much to his surprise, Brokenpaw landed a few hits to his opponent's muzzle and shoulders. Hissing in frustration at the resistance, Thunderstorm pounced on Brokenpaw and picked him up by the scruff.

The tabby apprentice struggled, kicking out his paws in a vain attempt to free himself. Behind him, Thunderstorm smirked under the fur of his victim. He seemed sure of himself that he would end Brokenpaw's life and make his sister pay. Then he'd move onto bigger targets, like his sister's daughter or mate. Then she'd feel the pain he felt for so long…

Brokenpaw braced himself as he wait for the pain to explode through his neck and back, but he found himself tumbling to the ground instead. With the dull thud of his body hitting the ground, the apprentice looked around to Thunderstorm to face him in battle again. But oddly, there was no trace of the malicious tom. Brokenpaw sniffed the air and analyzed the ground for paw marks, but found neither.

Then, the brush next to Brokenpaw rustled. The tabby tom readied himself for another fight only to see Dawnstar padding towards him. Excited to see his partner, Brokenpaw bounded up to her.

"Where'd Thunderstorm go?" Brokenpaw asked. Dawnstar frowned visible to her partner.

"So that's who showed up earlier. Than answer is: I don't know," Dawnstar mewed flatly, "The cat who drove him off was not me."

Brokenpaw looked up at the larger she cat.

"Who was it then?"

Brokenpaw almost saw Dawnstar smirk.

"If it is who I think it is, then we'd best not worry about it any longer. You may want to go home and get Yellowfang to look at your wounds."

Brokenpaw flashed surprise at the grey she cat.

"But what do I tell my clanmates about my wounds?" He asked.

"Tell them you tripped and fell into a bramble bush."

Brokenpaw turned and walked towards home. Dawnstar's form followed him like a shadow with a guilt that hung over Brokenpaw like a cloud. Before he pushed his way into the entrance of the ShadowClan camp, Brokenpaw turned towards Dawnstar.

"It's not your fault." He whispered sympathetically. Dawnstar stared back with hidden pain in her eyes Brokenpaw could clearly see.

"I know…" She whispered back sadly.