Whew! Finally right? I actually got around updating my more popular story. It's been a while since I so much as thought about writing. If you read my previous author's note, you know about my mental stability and how it's not so good. Depression kills the mood to write and its motivations. But I'm currently seeking help and am trying to get better. However, that doesn't mean there will be more frequent updates. The most often you'll see will be the usual "once a month" posting of a chapter of one of my two active stories or a oneshot within their universes.

I still have plans to do a History Rewritten: Swiftpaw. It just won't be coming soon unless something drastically changes. If someone else wants to adopt that idea, you have my permission. (PM me about it first. First come, first serve.) But first you must contact Walking in moonlight about it because it was their suggestion to do it first. Also, since it was his/her idea, he/she gets an OC to guide the rewritten cat like Dawnstar is in this story.

If you want to keep the History Rewritten sagas alive by doing your own, just be sure it has these things: an OC "guide cat" or OC that wants to change history, a canon character that died or had something tragic happen to them, a logical way to reset the timelines and some credit to me. Also, try not to skew the canon too much. Obviously, something like killing off Firestar is a huge no-no.

As always, constructive criticism, reviews and such are always welcome. Thank you to all my readers. You all have supported me so much through this ride.

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"StarClan honors your courage and strength as I welcome you as full warrior of ShadowClan."

"Brokentail! Brokentail!" ShadowClan chanted. The newly christened Brokentail closed his eyes briefly, savoring the prideful cheers of his clanmates. The dark tabby couldn't have been happier! The pride he felt in his heart felt like pure bliss; it felt like he was flying across Silverpelt in the sweet, night air.

Four moons had passed since Brokentail had returned from his raid on ThunderClan. Four long moons of rigorous training with Raggedstar had passed and Brokentail's dream had finally come true. He had finally caught up to his "littermates" who became warriors two moons before him. What also satisfied Brokentail was that he was ahead of Runningpaw. The poor grey and white medicine cat still had yet to receive his full name. Brokenpaw secretly relished in the fact that he had accomplished something before his friend. The pride burned comfortably in his chest when he thought of Runningpaw.

But as the rest of the clan dissipated, Clawpaw, now Clawface; Darkpaw, now Darkfur and Dawnpaw, now Dawncloud approached Brokentail with pleased purrs. For once in his short life, Brokentail felt happy with himself.

I made this happen. Me. I achieved greatness at last.

"Congratulations, Brokentail!" Darkfur mewed with a smile. The black warrior brushed his fur against his "brother's" flank. Dawncloud licked Brokentail's ear and mewed her congratulations. Clawface nearly yowled in excitement.

"This is awesome! You get to hunt and patrol with us now! Plus, Lizardstripe can't watch us anymore because we're all warriors!"

Brokentail couldn't help but purr at his "littermate's" antics. Soon, the dark tabby found himself rushing into the warriors den with his brothers and sister to make his new nest. Clawface skidded to a halt, pushing over empty nests and bracken. Brokentail laughed when Clawface turned to him. The tabby warrior was then met with a clump of moss to his face! Clawface let out a mock growl and flung more moss at his "littermate."

"Hey! Two can play at that game!" Brokentail said, flinging a ball of bracken and crumpled feathers at his brother. Behind him, Darkfur and Dawncloud laughed with them and ducked as mossy projectiles flew their way.

"It took me all day yesterday to collect that for him, Clawface," Dawncloud chided, "don't make me have to make you go out and find some more."

Clawface lightly swiped his paw at his sister and Dawncloud playfully swiped back. Soon the whole den was a ruckus of moss and rolling warriors. Much to the cat's surprise however, it was Brokentail who stopped the melee.

"Stop it guys," he chuckled," I just wanted to make my nest." Pawing together pieces of strew moss and feathers, Brokentail began to construct a nest. Darkfur and Clawface hastily pushed together piles of bracken. Dawncloud tossed the ruined moss out of the den.

"We'll clean up here, Brokentail. Clawface and I will make your nest for you tonight, right Clawface?" Dawncloud meowed. Clawface only rolled his eyes.

"Of course." He said. Brokentail felt his whiskers twitch and then headed out. Raggedstar might want him for a patrol. Seeking his father, Brokentail ambled aimlessly around the camp. Various cats congratulated him on becoming a warrior at last. Brokentail smiled at them and nodded politely. The bright feeling of pride resurged under his pelt. In response, Brokentail held his muzzle high and padded around the camp as if to say "look at me; I'm the greatest warrior on all of ShadowClan!"

But his renewed feeling was short lived. Bounding out of the medicine den was Yellowfang with a leaf wrap of herbs in her jaws. She shot out of the barriers that surrounded the camp and fled into ShadowClan's marshy territory. A few mud clods from the medicine cat's haste splattered on Brokentail's pelt, causing him to retch in disgust. He hated how Yellowfang had blatantly disregarded him on his day. But Brokenpaw could only hiss vainly at the rustling ferns where Yellowfang once stood. For now, she was gone.

Shortly after Yellowfang left, Runningpaw sprinted out of the camp with cobwebs and more leaf wraps in his mouth. Noticing the grey and white cat, Brokentail sidestepped right into Runningpaw's path. Alarmed by the sudden intrusion, Runningpaw tripped and slammed into Brokentail! But the tabby was unhurt. His training had carved his muscles and gave him strength whereas Runningpaw received little warrior training and crumpled into the ground. When he stood back up on his paws, Runningpaw cursed and glared up at Brokenpaw. The grey and white apprentice's orange gaze revealed rage and impatience but Brokentail didn't seem to notice it.

"Get out of my way, Brokentail. There's an emergency by the Thunderpath! I need to get out there!" Runningpaw almost yowled. But Brokentail didn't budge.

"Yellowfang's with whoever's out there. She might not need your help." Brokentail said flatly. Runningpaw narrowed his eyes and shoved Brokentail in the shoulder. Taken aback by the smaller cat's aggression, Brokentail relented slightly. Taking the opportunity, Runningpaw pushed passed Brokentail and escaped to the marshes. Brokentail growled under his breath. He hated how a weaker cat just pushed him out of the way and blatantly disregarded his pride. Rage filled Brokentail's chest and he burst out of the camp behind the trail of the two medicine cats.

The dark tabby rushed past pine trees and flung pine cones away with his massive paws. When he cocked his ears forward, he could hear yowls and hisses. Brokentail quickly changed directions. It sounded like a battle in the distance! Excitement coursed through Brokentail's heart as the growls in the distance grew louder and louder. The pine trees and marsh plants began to thin as the tabby pounded over the grass. Brokentail breathed in sharply and launched himself forward! The thunderpath was in sight and so were a tangled mess of warriors.

ThunderClan! What are they doing over the border!

Brokentail leapt into the fray ahead of him. He latched himself onto the nearest enemy warrior and raked his claws down his spine. The ThunderClan cat screeched in pain and struggled. But Brokentail's paws held the warrior under. Brokentail then bit into the ThunderClan cat's back and shoulders. With a smirk, Brokentail finally released the warrior after he felt the jostling grow weaker and weaker. The tabby tom gave a victorious yowl after his enemy streaked across the thunderpath in defeat. Soon, another warrior stepped in front of him. A black she cat hissed and swiped at his muzzle. Brokentail growled and retaliated with a fierce blow to her forelegs. The she cat fell to the ground. Brokentail leapt on her and easily picked her up by the scruff. Then, he hurled her across the land and onto the thunderpath. Around him, ThunderClan warriors raced across the deadly path of smooth stone yowling "retreat!" But Brokentail took no notice to them. Instead, he picked up another cat's scruff, an apprentice's, and threw him onto the Thunderpath as well. Dazed, the two cats on the thunderpath stood still, unaware of the danger aiming straight at them.

Brokentail lurched forward onto the smooth, stone lined path. Fury raged within him as he bounded closer to the two enemy cats. Horrified, the apprentice scrambled onto his paws and tried to escape, but Brokentail hooked his claws into his pelt and dragged him closer. The apprentice kicked out at Brokentail but to no avail. The dark tabby just slashed at him. But suddenly Brokentail was knocked away from his victim. The black she cat had slammed into his side and sent him reeling across the thunderpath. Brokentail growled as the she cat and the apprentice struggle to escape. The dark tabby warrior could faintly hear voices calling his name.

"Brokentail!"

"Brokentail come back!"

"Stop! You've won already!"

The sound of a roar droned out the ShadowClan warriors' meows. A hot wind blew behind Brokentail, ruffling his fur. The apprentice squealed in fear as lights and a barrage of more roaring and wind accompanied a cat's worst fear. A monster rushed onwards toward the three cats. Nearly yowling in horror, Brokentail shoved the two ThunderClan cats behind him. Then, he felt claws in his fur and teeth in his scruff as his face met the rough grass of ShadowClan's territory. Frustrated, the dark tabby looked up and glared at the face above him. Yellowfang hissed in his face and shoved him into the rough grass around the thunderpath.

"What have you done?!" she yowled. Brokentail just growled in response.

"I defended our territory! What more could you ask for?"

"You nearly killed a 6 moon old apprentice and sent a warrior to her death!"

Brokentail set his gaze onto the thunderpath. Overtop of the pristine, grey stone lay a pool of blood and bits and pieces of what looked like crow food. He looked closer and his eyes revealed the brutally mauled body of cat with innards spilling out and blood pouring out of the middle. Disgusted, Brokentail spat.

"I didn't do that, a monster did. Besides she stepped into the monster's path. It's her own fault she died."

Yellowfang hissed in Brokentail's face again.

"Don't you get it! Leopardfoot is dead! You pushed her in front of a monster and killed her! What will her clan think of us now?!"

With her last word, Yellowfang left Brokentail alone. The rest of ShadowClan's battle patrol had evacuated the area moment prior, leaving the dark warrior by himself in the deserted clearing. Brokentail desperately wanted to catch up to Yellowfang and scream his guilt away at her. But his pride clued his paws to the ground. Utterly defeated, the warrior let his anger and frustration smolder inside him. With a metaphorical paw, he smothered the flames of anger and guilt away until it was nothing but ashes. Once the feeling was destroyed, Brokentail felt an almost pleasurable emotion arise. Then, he padded slowly back towards ShadowClan's camp. On his way, he could feel a light breeze tickle the fur of his flank. Brokentail whipped his head back and forth, searching to see if he was ambushed by more ThunderClan warriors. But all he saw was empty air and a light, fishy scent accompanied with it.

Almost immediately, however, a grey cloud of mist swirled before his eyes. Under the whirls of wind, a shape started to develop. Soon, the shape took form and transformed into the clear form of a cat. Brokentail hissed at the cat, but stopped when he realized who the familiar shape belonged to.