Broken Paths

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"Where am I?"

"You're in the medicine den."

"But this isn't PebbleClan.

"No. This is GrassClan. Your new Clan."

Blurb

Brokenpaw had always had a shattered life. She'd never really known who she was - her parents she had never met, although she was Clanborn. However, her loyalty to her Clan is something that never dies.

After training with the apprentices for six moons, Brokenpaw, like all apprentices, chooses her warrior name. But that price cost Brokenpaw dearly.

Instead of returning to her birth Clan, PebbleClan, the newly named Brokenpath is shoved into GrassClan, much to her dislike. The young she-cat has to develop friendships in her new Clan. But when a rift forms, Brokenpath has to fight for her right to be in either Clan. Will Brokenpath make the decision to be in her Clan by birth, or the Clan she was forced to join?

Allegiances

The Apprentice's Training Ground

Clan Mentors: Pearclaw - dark tabby she-cat (PebbleClan)

Iceheart - pale gray and white tom with icy blue eyes (PebbleClan)

Flutteringwing - brown she-cat with amber eyes (GrassClan)

Lappingcreek - silver tabby tom (GrassClan)

Sloedusk - black tabby she-cat with white paws (StreamClan)

Strongfoot - dark gray tom with big, light brown paws (StreamClan)

Doedapple - very pale brown she-cat with faint white dapples on her pelt (FallClan)

Stagspring - very dark brown tom with yellow eyes (FallClan)

The Apprentices: Brokenpaw - dark brown tabby she-cat with green eyes (PebbleClan)

Jackdawpaw - black tom with dark blue eyes (PebbleClan)

Jumppaw - black she-cat with long, dark ginger legs (PebbleClan)

Bouncepaw - bright ginger tom (GrassClan)

Clearpaw - very pale silver tom with clear, icy blue eyes (StreamClan)

Cloudypaw - smoky dark gray she-cat (StreamClan)

Turtlepaw - stumpy-tailed, tortoiseshell she-cat with emerald-green eyes (FallClan)

Duckpaw - pale brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes (FallClan)

Furledpaw - large dark ginger tabby tom (FallClan)

Curlpaw - small white she-cat with fur-tips that curl over slightly (FallClan)

GrassClan

Leader:

Deputy:

Medicine Cat: Brookclaw - small gray-brown she-cat

Warriors: Goldenflight - golden-brown she-cat with amber eyes

PebbleClan

Leader:

Deputy:

Medicine Cat: Redspeck - elderly white tom with small ginger flecks, and a ragged pelt

Warriors: Brightfeather - orange tabby she-cat with amber eyes

StreamClan

Leader:

FallClan

Leader:

NOTE: Allegiances aren't finished, and will be added to as the story progresses.

Prologue

She's gone, she's gone,

But it's the start of a shattered road...

"She's gone."

A white tom with ginger flecks on his ragged pelt looked down sorrowfully. The dark tabby she-cat below him was still, unmoving. She was dead.

Three of her kits were, too - one gray, one brown, one a mix of the two. There was only one that was left.

The remaining kit was a tabby - unlike her parents. The small bundle of fur was mewling pitifully, faintly. The medicine cat knew that someone had to look after her. Someone that wasn't her parents - her father was dead.

The elderly tom padded to the end of the den, and stuck his head out. "Brightfeather?"

An orange tabby she-cat turned towards him. "Yes?"

"Come here." The medicine cat's words were low, and grave. "I must speak with you now, and urgently."

"Why?" Brightfeather's amber eyes rounded at the older cat's words. "What's happened? Has something happened with Tabbyflight?"

"Tabbyflight is dead." Lowering his head, scraping one paw along the ground, he continued. "She died giving birth. Three of her kits are also dead."

"Oh, oh no..." Brightfeather lowered her head slowly in reply. Then she fixed her gaze on the medicine cat. "But you said three were dead... Is one alive?"

"See for yourself, Brightfeather," the medicine cat mewed gruffly. "This kit will die if you don't hurry up."

"The memory of Tabbyflight will be upheld by this kit," Brightfeather mewed hurriedly, as she rushed into the nursery, fast as the swiftest GrassClan cat.

The white-and-ginger tom moved aside, so that Brightfeather could get in. He saw the orange tabby she-cat scan the sight of Tabbyflight, and her three dead kits. She saw the fourth, still moving weakly.

"I'll take her in," Brightfeather mewed quickly. "Get her over here - I can manage. My kits will be fine without me for a moment."

"Should they?' the medicine cat mewed doubtfully. "They were trying to -"

"Redspeck!" Brightfeather hissed quietly. "I caught them before they attempted it!"

Redspeck lowered his head. "Sorry." The elderly tom moved over to Tabbyflight's nest, and picked up the living kit by its scruff. The kit was silent - breathing shallowly, mewling very pitifully. Laying the kit down at Brightfeather's belly, the medicine sighed with relief as the dark tabby she-kit latched onto Brightfeather's belly.

Brightfeather looked down at her belly. "What will be her name?"

The two cats were silent for a moment, only staring at each other, amber upon amber. Finally, Redspeck spoke:

"Maybe it could be something about her family. Her whole family is dead - her mother, her siblings - her father's dead, too..."

"We may never know that one," Brightfeather corrected. "We never found Bluepelt's body."

"I know." Redspeck lowered his gaze again. "But what should we name her?"

Brightfeather was silent for a moment, looking down at the small bundle of fur at her belly. When she looked back at Redspeck again, her amber eyes were alight. "I've thought of a good name," she whispered.

"What is it?" Redspeck asked, not looking into Brightfeather's eyes.

"How about Brokenkit? She is the last one left - her family is broken into the living and the dead."

Redspeck took a deep breath, not saying a word. Finally, he uttered some words, not to anyone at all.

"Yes... her name will be Brokenkit, but not even this cat will be able to control the twisting path that follows..."