This is a creepy chapter. I don't even half know what the hell I wrote o_0

Blazepaw lay beside Featherpaw, trying to shake of the things Sunflower's warm tongue had brought into his head. Memories, puzzle pieces trying to glue themselves together. It was maddening! All he could remember was that same, rough tongue carressing him as a kit. But this memory felt different than the vague ones about Cloverspirit. It was like he was viewing them in a different cat.

"Blazepaw... stop fidgeting." Featherpaw groaned beside him, pulling herself into a tighter ball.

Whiteleaf padded away from Sunflower and gave a yowl.

"The sunhigh patrol will be Redfire, Crowtalon, Jayheart, Northwind and Moonpaw. Jayheart leads."

Then he went over to Brightdream and asked her if she would get a few warriors and go out on a hunting patrol. Blazepaw splayed himself out, hoping Sunflower was still cooling down from his incident and didn't choose him to go on a patrol. He didn't feel like it. Closing his eyes, he listened to Featherpaw's slow breathing and let it lull him into sleep.

"Where am I?" He called out into the darkness that had engulfed his dreams.

"Hello? Anyone?" A

white pelted-cat was bounding through the gloom towards him, and he meowed hopefully,

"Mother?" But this cat suddenly brought itself up to its full height, and glared into Blazepaw's golden eyes with brown ones.

"Snowpaw?"

The white tom snarled, "You failed!"

Applepaw joined him, "You failed!" She cried.

Featherpaw was sobbing, "Y-You fai-failed..."

Blazepaw blundered into them, and they dissipated, leaving him yowling, "No! I-I don't know... please help me!"

He wailed into the sky, then, with a screech, plunged himself towards the ground, and instead of hitting the ground he went through, falling... falling... into a pool of memories. Floating on his back, he looked around and saw Sunflower curled up with three kits. Two of them looked exactly like Cloverspirit and Brightdream... the third... was identical to him!

Another memory whizzed by his head and he turned to look at it, one of the three of them getting named apprentices, then a stormy night as he reared up against a fox, Cloverspirit, then Cloverpaw, hiding behind him. Her eyes stretched in horror as the fox snapped his throat, and he screeched as a body, his body, collapsed to the forest floor, dead.

"NO!" He tried to lunge forwards into the memory, to save himself, but a stretchy membrane held him back. Blazepaw could feel horror sinking into his pelt, he had died, but now he was alive? He had been his mother's brother, and he was sworn to protect her.

I have to protect her. Blazepaw shoved through the membrane. Suddenly, he was falling through the air, but he didn't care.

I'm dead...

Okay, so basically, this was a nightmare about all the pressure Shadownight had put on him in his visit to Starclan. Then, Shadownight decided to show him some more memories, hoping to jog his memories and help him 'save' his family. He actually ended up trying to get into one of the memories of when he died to try to save Cloverspirit, corrupting the time space thingy and 'killing' himself.