I'm not a big fan of this chapter, but the Blossom/Breeze action is really important. I hope Breeze's little transition is realistic. He is still slightly loopy and mentally unstable. I would like to thank everyone; they inspired me to write when I wanted to sit and be lazy. (TalonfootandRipplestream4Ever, Moonblaze 13, RedWolf, Mintfrost29, BlackflameofPhoenixClan, Violetsong, Marshmellowtime, Phantomflower, Tangleflame, KTD Lover, AmberWo0d, SilverWolf1499, Lamplighter at Midnight, The Last Sketch, Miryam Lee.)

Time: Day 4

Character: Breezepaw/blaze of OakClan/BloomClan

Ch.13 Mutual

"Bring them in," said a loud-booming voice, tearing me out of my self-hate. I seemed to gather whatever strength I had in me, much like Adderstar's voice. "The time of the meeting has arrived."

The ginger tom padded away from me, maybe deciding my heart was too cold for his compassion. "I hope you are okay for Icepaw's sake. She shouldn't have to bare the loss of another mate."

"I hope I'm okay too," I mumbled to myself. These she-cats could hurt me, only because I was weakened by something I had no memory of. "It would be unfortunate to be killed after I conquered most of my pain."

My tone was lucid, I mirrored what I was feeling. Everything now was only a dream, maybe even a nightmare. The sky was a swirl of blue and white, twirling before my very eyes.

No cats ventured near me. A blueish gray she-cat waved to my mate with a crippled paw. Blossomfrost remained by my a side, a nervous smile gracing her face as she waved back to her the feasting she-cat.

"Let's go Breezepaw," she said, more gentle than anything I ever said to her. "I've heard it isn't wise to keep BloomClan's leader waiting."

I didn't want her to be the first to enter, so I weakly scrambled to my paws. The whole world spun before me, and I thought I was going to vomit up all the contents of my stomach. I retched up globs of bile, but nothing substantial spilled out.

I thought I was going to join StarClan right there when I felt soft, warm fur rub against my shoulder. "Breezepaw," said the voice, "lean on my shoulder. I'm not talking to Petalstar without you. You are better then nothing."

Even thought I couldn't make out my mate's face, she was the only one who called me Breezepaw, not Breezeblaze.. Her tone was the sweet one I had often heard when she spoke to Moonfrost; she had never used it when speaking to me.

"Hurry up, Blossomfrost and Breezeblaze," called the leader, anger leaking into her voice. "I will not wait for an upstart rogue and a captured tom."

Breezeblaze, what a ridiculous name. Why would they give me a warrior name if they considered me inferior? It would be like giving a she-cat an individual name. Just plain stupid.

While my mind was spiraling out of control, I didn't realize Blossomfrost was leading me into the darkness. I thought I was going blind until I saw a dark shape against the far wall. It was far bigger than any cat should be.

"You are only a Clan because your stinkin' leader is a giant. If she was normal size, the toms would rise up and claim their right to lead." My voice wavered in fear and my words slurred together, like I was sleep deprived. I couldn't even figure out who I was talking too.

Blossomfrost looked at me, a hint of worry in her green eyes. "Petalstar is a normal cat; she just has the airs of a leader. She looks likes Nightclaw in a weird sort of way." I could see she was trying hard to convince me, her voice had taken a pleading edge.

The name Nightclaw made me recoil with untamed disgust. I couldn't figure out who or why, but a deep feeling of being left behind lingered over my mass confusion. "Who is Nightclaw and what does he look like?"

Blossomfrost looked at me, shock gracing her delicate features. "He is a black tom," she said slowly, like she was seriously considering what she was going to say. "He was your mentor in OakClan, a ruthless and soulless cat. He, um," she paused, like she was creating a story or fishing through her memories. "is the one who caused you to lose your memories. He was beating you senseless when Danger rescued you."

That is why my feeling for him were so strong. Still, for some strange reason, her story didn't seem to really match up. The deepest depths of my mind disagreed with her story. "Who is Danger?" I asked, still not getting the full picture. Why did my mind swirl with pure, untainted hatred.

"No one to worry about," said Blossomfrost. They way she said it, made it sound like something to worry about.

So, if I trusted Blossomfrost, Petalstar was a normal cat, Nightclaw caused me to forget everything, and Danger was no one to worry about. I wanted to trust her, she was that only cat I knew, but she was also a she-cat.

"I'm not a normal cat," said Petalstar, finally speaking up. I gulped, preparing myself for the form of a huge monster. "I'm one with things to do. Now tell me whatever Cloudblossom said was so important."

When a lithe black cat appeared from the darkness, I nearly choked in relief, blaming my illness as the reason for my madness. "It was the shadows," I coughed and laughed until the room started to spin.

When I came around, both Blossomfrost and Petalstar had moved into a position closer to me. "Just a weak tom," I heard one of them mutter. My hearing was so messed up, it could have been either.

"I'm not weak," I mumbled, my voice sounding horse even to me. "We toms are strong, not like you she-cats."

"You must excuse him," said Blossomfrost quickly, trying to cover me. "The two of us come from a different Clan," she said, like she had to prove herself to this fake she-cat. "OakClan, from across the river."

It was fun to watch her flounder about; I could almost picture Nightclaw instead of Petalstar. She did recover to fast for my liking. "OakClan died out a long time ago," she said. "There is only one Clan here: BloomClan."

"No there isn't," I said, ignoring my pain and laughing. "There is a Clan where toms rule. A Clan were cats like you are kept away. A Clan were toms are stronger."

Even as I said it and laughed, something didn't feel right. I didn't have tome to think because the world went black for me again. "Take him to the den, Leopardheart,"

"No!" cried Blossomfrost. "He knows everything that I don't know. He was the deputy's apprentice while I was just a useless mate. Please, keep him here for just a little longer."

"Fine," huffed Petalstar, her claws clinking against the floor. She jabbed me with a sharp claw and the pain brought me spiraling back. I gasped sharply at the feeling of blood easing from my scabbed cuts.

"I'll be good," I squealed, though it hurt just as much as my wounds. "I just want to be freed at the end. I want to go back to OakClan."

"You will be good because your life depends on it," said Petalstar, walking with her back towards me. "You misbehave, Icepaw will have to find a new mate. You will be swimming with the fish."

I tried to leap and her, but I crashed to the floor, only a mouse-tail from my original position. The ground jarred my already weak bones, and I bit mt tongue trying to keep a pained mew from escaping my jaws.

"Blossomfrost," commanded Petalstar, " you will watch Breezepaw. Kill him if he even dares to move an inch." She hadn't even turned to watch me suffer my humiliation.

"But," said Blossomfrost, not moving an inch, her body frozen in fear. I could see her eye glaze over. I swallowed hard, remembering all the times she looked at me like that.

"You are a warrior of BloomClan," said Petalstar, her voice rigid. "You don't question your leader. You obey her every command. Do you understand?"

"I understand," said Blossomfrost, breathing out hard. She padded over to me, and I could see her tail dragging across the floor. Some small pebbles splattered out of the way.

"You don't know how to fight," I hissed at Blossomfrost, not nearly loud for the leader to hear. "I bet all the she-cats think you can hunt, fight, and survive in the wild."

"Just leave me alone," she said to me softly. "I just want them to teach me. I don't think I belong with Petalstar's heartless cats."

"Where do you belong?" I asked her, genuinely.

She looked taken back by my unexpected kindness; I was too. "I don't know. I just see Adderstar's cruel smile in Petalstar's face. BloomClan seems as bad as OakClan."

"I see it too," I said, barring my heart to her. "I feel like I never have before; I feel unimportant and useless. In a odd sort of way, I fell kind of like those she-cats I have abused. My mind seems to be all mixed up with blank spaces and terrible memories."

"What are you two saying?" cried Petalstar, her patience dropping. "It better be about the strongest warriors and best hunters of your OakClan."

"Defiantly," assured Blossomfrost, speaking to the leader. To me, she whispered in a hushed voice, "we will resolve all the problems."

"Whatever the problems they are," I said, gathering a weak chuckle. It earned me a looked from Petalstar. "I mean," I said, speaking louder then was necessary, " Jadeclaw is a ruthless fighter."

I know it is super short, but it would take me another two weeks to get it to normal length. My life is so hectic, I only have around ten minutes a day to write. I hope the message I'm sending you makes up for it.

The next chapter will be Blueflower. Then, we will visit Duskkit and Fox. What happened between our two misfits and Petalstar will remain a secret for awhile.

Please review. I won't beg, but it makes me much more compeled to put time aside to write.