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| - I stretched, allowing the warm air to hit my tortoiseshell fur. My jaws opened automatically as a yawn fluttered out of it, and I closed my eyes. Just as I was about to fall asleep, however, a cat knocked into me, sending me hurling off the rock. I got to my paws, and shot a look at Flashpaw, who was sitting contentedly on the rock, his ginger fur glittering in the Greenleaf sun. I growled, and playfully pounced on the rock. We tumbled off it, and soon, were in a furious play-fight by the Smooth-Rocks. I suddenly paused, as a patrol of cats padded towards us. Our own Clan, in fact. Sitting up straight, I stared as a patrol consisting of Snow, Cloudstar and Fallenstrike approached us and stopped a few fox-lengths away- I noticed that Snow's eyes were clouded with worry as I throughly examin
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| - I stretched, allowing the warm air to hit my tortoiseshell fur. My jaws opened automatically as a yawn fluttered out of it, and I closed my eyes. Just as I was about to fall asleep, however, a cat knocked into me, sending me hurling off the rock. I got to my paws, and shot a look at Flashpaw, who was sitting contentedly on the rock, his ginger fur glittering in the Greenleaf sun. I growled, and playfully pounced on the rock. We tumbled off it, and soon, were in a furious play-fight by the Smooth-Rocks. I suddenly paused, as a patrol of cats padded towards us. Our own Clan, in fact. Sitting up straight, I stared as a patrol consisting of Snow, Cloudstar and Fallenstrike approached us and stopped a few fox-lengths away- I noticed that Snow's eyes were clouded with worry as I throughly examined them. "You two- come back to camp. Crowstar attacked while you two were play-fighting." Cloudstar snapped, his blue eyes filled with anger. But I noticed, under the angry layer, was fear. I held my breath as we followed the patrol back to camp, my heart dropping as I noticed all the injured cats lying in the clearing. "Great StarClan!" I heard Flashpaw mutter under his breath, "It's going to take forever to patch up these warriors... even with Swiftwind by my side!" Desperately, I searched the crowd of cats. My gaze shifted from Whiskerpaw, whose cream body was covered with patches of dry blood and scars. I felt my blood go cold as I recognized a familiar stone-gray pelt among the other cats- Ruinstone. "Ruinstone!" I yowled, dashing to his side. Meadowbreeze growled at me, but I ignored her. Dropping down to my father's side, I began to lick desperately at his scrapes and scars. I shuddered, licking away part of the fur on his face- the skin underneath was scorched brown. Ruinstone opened his eyes and blinked, and let out a small groan. "Brookpaw... have Swiftwind and Flashpaw tended to the others yet?" Ruinstone groaned, digging his paws weakly into the soft earth beside him. I shook my head and scanned the crowd of cats; Ruinstone was by far the most hurt. I held back a sob. "You need to have your cuts tended to! You're losing a ton of blood!" Ruinstone shook his head, and flipped over to his other side, letting out a hiss of pain as he did so. I glanced over at Swiftwind's den, relieved to see the black-and-white she-cat pad out of the den, Flashpaw and his mouthful of herbs beside her. I flicked my tail, signaling for them to come to Ruinstone. "No!" Ruinstone protested, as Swiftwind and Flashpaw dropped to his side, "The others need help more! Tend to them!" Swiftwind let out a sigh, and began to wrap cobwebs around my father's sleek body. I detected a glimmer of annoyance as she did so. "Listen, Ruinstone... you aren't that young and heroic apprentice you were seven moons ago. The older you get, the easier it is to catch infections and such. And just remember that there is a fine line between nobility and stupidity." Ruinstone opened his mouth to insult Swiftwind back, but then shut it again. Silently, I watched as they, together, patched up Ruinstone and applied herbs to his cuts and re-opened scars. I couldn't bear to watch anymore. Spinning around, I padded over to the elder's den. Poking my head inside, I purred as Greeneyes and Gingerstripe, the former Leader and Medicine Cat, purred in greeting. Although I knew both of them couldn't see, I knew their other senses were sharp. I sat down beside the scarred body of Greeneyes, and wrapped my tortoiseshell tail around my front paws. "Why are you here, Brookpaw?" Greeneyes meowed, touching my shoulder with his scarred black tail. I purred, but then glanced over my shoulder nervously. "Crowstar attacked our patrols." I explained, looking at my tail, "Ruinstone was hurt..." Greeneyes chuckled. "Your father dealt with torture, a falling moon and Tigerstar, little one. I think he'll survive a few scratches." Greeneyes did have a point. Nodding my head in thanks, I got to my paws. I had gone hunting for the elders, and already eaten my prey. Padding into the Apprentice's den, I laid down on my bed of moss beside the sleeping form of Gorgepaw, and closed my eyes. As I fell asleep, I thought of the Gathering a few nights ago. Seeing Ruinstone sitting on that branch beside the five leaders made me feel so proud to have him as my father. He was always there to support me. He was the best father I could imagine. I opened my eyes- for a moment, I thought I was blind. All around me was white- I could see nothing else. But then, the ground shook, and three stones rose from the white I was standing on. Turning around, I felt relief wash over me as I saw Flashpaw, who was sleeping a few fox-lengths behind me. Even if he was here with me... where could we possibly be? I knew I wasn't in StarClan- there wasn't a star in the sky. "Brookpaw?" Flashpaw murmured, getting to his paws, "Where are we?" I jumped, as two shapes appeared from the white behind Flashpaw. I calmed, as it was only Ruinstone and Snow. "This is the Ancient's Domain." Ruinstone meowed simply, "They have summoned us here." I opened my mouth to ask who the Ancients were, but shut it as three cats emerged from the snowy blankness behind the stones. In the middle of two smaller cats, was a large tortoiseshell-and-brown tom. His eyes twinkled of gold. To his left was a smaller white tom, and to his right was a sleek black she-cat. They jumped on the stones, and gazed at us for a brief moment. "We are the Ancients. Sol, Luna and Astrum- creators of StarClan, the Dark Forest and the Mortal World." the tortoiseshell tom, Sol, meowed, "And we have summoned you here to go on an important mission." Ruinstone's eyes twinkled with excitement. "What kind of mission, great Sol?" The white tom- Astrum, looked at his paws. "There has been a disruption in time. Back in the ages of Firestar, someone has done something that will cause SkyClan to disappear in your time. You must go... and bring SkyClan to the lake. If you don't... history will be changed forever." I gasped- there was a time when SkyClan didn't live at the abandoned Horseplace? I blinked- it just seemed to amazing to be true. But before I could say anything, the white world around me disappeared, and I was staring up at a blue sky. "Hey! You rogues again?" A black tom hissed from beside me, "I guess we'll just have to teach you a lesson." Oh no... I thought, Are we really back in the old ages?
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