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Fallen, Risen

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The first thing I remembered after waking up...was silence.

I suppose that might seem strange to you. Silence isn’t usually that significant, at least to most. But to me, it was the first time that it was absolute silence.

I guess you couldn’t call it silence, as I could still hear things going on, but to me, it practically was absolutely silent. There were no voices screaming in my ears or splitting my head open. For a moment I wondered if I was dead. I suppose it was possible. I have never been dead before.

I opened my eyes after what seemed like an eternity, and the first thing I noticed was the crispness of the few sounds that were going on around me. It was dawn, so there were streaks of golden sunlight filtering in through the trees. There were birds chirping, which was one of the most beautiful, pure sounds I had ever heard. There was also the roaring of the river a ways off; and there were pawsteps around me.

Blinking, I noticed that I was on someone’s back. I was suddenly aware that I was swaying slightly. Was I being carried? As I realized my other senses still worked, my nose told me that we were again in MoonClan territories.

What had happened in StarClan?

My eyes finally focused, and I could see that my daughter Morningkit was padding along beside whoever was carrying me. Oh, StarClan, she’d survived the war! She was safe!

From the look in her eyes though, I could tell she wasn’t sure if I was or not. I tried to get her attention, but my voice didn’t want to work. It took a couple of attempts to get my mouth to move. It felt like my jaw was broken.

“Morningkit…?” I finally croaked out, and my daughter immediately bounded closer to me, her eyes large and shining with tears, some of which spilled over onto her face.

“Daddy!” she cried, using her usual nickname for me, which made my heart ache. After everything that happened, this little girl still thought of me like a father. “I’m sorry,” she continued, “I knew I shouldn’t have followed but--I wanted to make sure you---you were--”

She was seriously worried that I was angry with her, I could see it in her eyes. She looked away, staring at her paws. Was she waiting for me to scold her, or reprimand her? Or maybe she just expected me to ignore her again, like I usually do.

No. I can’t do that again. Not after what happened.

I reached out with my paws, scooping her up and pulling her close to me. She smelled like fear, like MoonClan, like milk...like Timidbreeze. “Thank StarClan you’re safe,” I mewed into her soft fur, a tear or two falling onto her gray fur against my will.

“Daddy…” I heard her mumble as she burrowed into my fur as well.

“If you have enough energy for that then I’ll make you walk the rest of the way,” came Ebonystar’s voice. Ah, so that’s who was carrying me.

Still holding Morningkit close, I turned my head to the cats that were padding back towards MoonClan camp, taking their sweet time to weave through the ferns in the least obstructive way possible. Unlike myself and Cinderstar, the others were not used to the dense foliage.

Naturally, it was the orange she-cat leading the way, as she knew the path to MoonClan’s camp best.

“Leave him alone, will ya?” that was Echostar’s voice from beside Ebonystar. I realized that my lower half was draped over the SnowClan leader. No wonder I felt like I was swaying. “You wouldn’t feel so chipper right after you lost a life, and Fallenstar just lost nine of them all at once.”

Nine of my lives? But I only had nine lives! “Am I dead?” I had said aloud, and it echoed a bit through the forest. I’m pretty sure I heard someone blow air out of their nose quickly, in a scoffing manner.

That must have been Ebonystar. “Not anymore,” he had huffed, “thanks to your son back there.”

I lifted my head, which proved more difficult than I’d anticipated. I felt like I’d just fallen over the Flame Pool Falls, and trampled by badgers. Twice.

“My son? You mean, Muddykit?” I asked for clarification.

“I guess you wouldn’t really remember,” Cinderstar said from up ahead. “You were dead, after all.”

“I was?”

“Sorry,” a little voice squeaked. I swivelled my ear towards the sound, which came from the other side of Echostar. “I didn’t really know that would happen. I meant to just separate Nutmeg from you.” He heard the smallest of giggles, perhaps just out of pity. “I guess now we’re even, for what you did to my mom.”

Ah, that must be Brightpaw.

“Oh yeah,” I muttered, suddenly remembering the images of Kindlestar lying dead at my paws. StarClan, what had possessed me to do something like that?

Oh. Right.

“I’m sorry about that,” it was a weak apology, but at least it was out there. I could hardly think beyond simple words at this point.

Another voice picked up here. “Actually...I should apologize to you, Fallenstar.”

I looked up. Where Morningkit had been padding alongside Ebonystar before now walked my littermate, Deadsoul. His eyes were intense on mine, a swirl of amber and blue. They always were mesmerizing like that. I held Morningkit closer to me subconsciously.

“What for?” I asked, in no mood for his games. He had almost attacked me back in StarClan! Did he expect me to--oh, wait. It was slowly coming back. He had turned and attacked Nutmeg instead. He was on my side after all. Oops.

“Sorry,” I quickly apologized for my tone of voice. “I’m still not sure what had just happened, it’s all so hazy…”

Deadsoul flicked his tail, brushing it off. “I wanted to say that I’m sorry. About everything I’d said as we’ve grown up. I thought the voices you spoke of would promise us greatness and everything we wanted, but...I see now that I was just as easily led astray as you. In fact, I’m kind of angry that they took advantage of me this way. Ashamed, really. I should have seen it for what it was.”

“Deadsoul…” I was about to say something to comfort him, but he held up his tail, signaling that he wasn’t done.

He shook his head. “I...I’m sorry, Fallenstar. Truly I am. I want to make it up to you, to our Clan...to myself. I need to prove that I am a warrior, and that I am no fool.”

I dipped my head as best as I could without feeling like my neck would snap in two. “Thank you, Deadsoul. I appreciate it.”

“Would you…” he started, but hesitated for a second. This was the only time his eyes looked away from mine, albeit for only a moment. “Would you be okay if I asked you to change my name back to Wishspirit? I want a more positive outlook on life and...well, Deadsoul is kind of depressing, really.”

It was the first time I’d really heard my brother laugh. And though it was kind of a creepy, awkward laugh, I appreciated it all the same. He continued, “If that is alright with you, of course. I know the name you gave me is because of what happened with Timidbreeze, but…”

Oh, my mate. My beautiful mate. I can’t believe I killed her. Tears came to my eyes again, and for a moment I was surprised I was being so emotional as of late. I must not have the strength to keep them in check, because for some reason everything felt a hundred times more intense than usual. I shook my head, trying to hide the fact that I was weeping. “It’s in the past. I don’t want her memory to be preserved like that. She...she was a beautiful cat….”

I could practically feel Ebonystar rolling his eyes. “By the way, your mate is still alive. Or at least, she was, when that warrior of yours took her to your medicine cat.”

“Sorrelfox,” Morningkit peeped from beside my chest. I could feel her body relax, as if she’d just found out the news as well.

I couldn’t believe it. Timidbreeze was alive! Now I really was crying, and I heard Deadsoul say something along the lines of ‘stop embarrassing yourself’. Cinderstar announced that they arrived at the MoonClan camp, and instructed Ebonystar and Echostar to put me in my den while she explained to MoonClan what had transpired at the Moon Tree.

Kindlestar had returned to MoonClan as well, after sending the other Clans’ warriors home. She greeted her daughter with a loving greeting, and as Cinderstar told the story, Kindlestar exclaimed how proud she was of Brightpaw.

Some of my Clanmates were talking to each other as Ebonystar and Echostar carried me across the camp. I could hear them whispering to each other, every gasp was crystal-clear. Spiceshadow made some sort of announcement about him taking over my duties for a while, and for my Clanmates to let me rest for a few days.

Everything I heard was so crisp. There was no noise, no distractions. Is this how normal cats feel? I could hardly believe it. It’s just...too surreal.

This second life I’ve been granted... I feel like everything is going to be so much easier from here on out. I made a silent promise right there, to myself, that I would use this life to the best of my advantage to make things right again. MoonClan will rise again like the great days during Patchstar’s leadership.

And it will be even better than that.

“Do you want me to carry you to the Nursery?” Echostar offered, asking Morningkit. She shook her head, snuggling closer to me. “I want to be with my daddy right now,” she squeaked. “Is--Is my Mommy okay?”

“I’ll ask,” Echostar mewed, leaving the den.

Ebonystar gave me a cold stare before he spoke. “I hope StarClan knows what they’re doing. I won’t let you get away with something like this again.”

“Trust me. I don’t want this to happen again,” I said. My body felt worse than death.

“I don’t trust you. But one day, I hope to.” Those were his last words before he left the den. By that time, Echostar had returned, confirming that Timidbreeze had been moved to the Medicine Cat Den and was being treated. She was alive, thank StarClan. Echostar announced that he and the other leaders were taking their leave now, hoping to rebuild their Clans and treat their warriors. I wished them luck.

Morningkit snuggled between my paws, happy with this answer. “I’m glad...we can be a family still,” she purred.

“I promise to do my best as a father.” It was a little cheesy, but my mind was turning foggy as I lay there in my soft moss nest. All my body wanted to do was sleep right now.

Morningkit said something else, but I couldn’t really make sense of it. In a matter of minutes I was out cold, dreaming of Timidbreeze and our three...no, seven children.
doing things out of order what WHAT

This is the first time I've done something from a first-person view of a character in TWG. I hope you enjoy it :D Fallen's taking some much-needed down-time. I believe this is the last of the things I wanted to write.

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While I have your attention, MoonClanners, I want you to start thinking of next assignments! Since we (and PebbleClan) won the points race, the next assignment is your pick. I'm honestly probably not even gonna make like an official announcement about it or anything. 

Here's your assignment:

:bulletblack: Pick something you want to do, and do it :)

This can be anything from roleplaying characters and developing romances/new friendships to drawing a picture of/writing about your character recovering from the war/patching up camp and EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN

and by everything, I mean almost EVERYTHING. You want to go swimming with your friends? OKAY! You want to explore the forest? OKAY! You want to sunbathe for a month straight? OKAY! You want to attack SnowClan? um....well that's kind of...

If you want, I can create a poll where you can vote on what you want to do, but honestly, this month is just a free for all // (almost) everything goes. Of course please remember to still follow the rules (if you're introducing kits please talk to me first and stuff like that)

If you want suggestions for what to draw feel free to come to me or Tomoelu. We'll be happy to help you out.

This assignment is going to be due before OCTOBER 4th. Even though this is an easy assignment, please do it. Don't put it off. Trust me. :)

<3/Patchy
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