(Warrior Cats)SmokeTrail's fire

Chapter 15- Amnesia

They told me I had amnesia.

I told them I wanted to go home with my mom, but instead, she stepped down as leader to stay with me in shadowclan. She told me that she didn't want iceglare around me anymore.

Why?

I kinda liked shadowclan. However my mom and splitstar did fight often over my condition.

Many cats would yell at me.

Upset me.

Lie to me.

Just to be jerks.

I hated them. Some of them were terrible cats.

I still didn't remember anyone else.

They tried showing me things to help me remember.

They tried to make me remember Vixenpaw and freckleface mostly.

They showed my the nursery, the medicine cat den, the warriors den but none of them helped.

But later when it was just me exploring on my own, it just..

Clicked.

Everything around me is burning.

A queen is trapped under the den which was caving in. She was protecting a kit. This kit was white with a face freckled with Amber.

"Save her. If I don't make it out it doesn't matter just take my kit!" The queen cried.

I nodded, grabbed the kit as the roof of the den finally collapsed on the queen.

But I made it out alive. With the kit in my jaws.

I staggered backwards.

" Smoketrail? Are you okay?" I just now realize that freckleface is standing directly in front of me.

All of a sudden I blurt out "I know this is random, but I'm sorry that I couldn't save both of you on the night of the fire.."

Freckleface began to tear up. She touched noses with me " You remember....You remember what happened...You remember me..." She said quietly.

I nodded.

"My mom died. My dad found a new mate and had Vixenpaw. She's my half-little-sister." Freckleface explained.

I nodded.

I looked around. This place was pretty big actually.

Nice.

"Miss Smoketrail come play with us!" A kit squealed up at me.

She was barely bigger than by head.

Awwwwwww

I picked her up, smothering her in my fur.

So cute! So soft!

She squealed "ack! Stoooop! Mommy help!" She shrieked and I released her, setting herdown.

A young warrior approached me.

"Sorry about Wildkit. She can be a bit over dramatic.." she murmured, laughing nervously.

"Am not!" The kit argued.
I smiled. How cute.

The pretty sleek she-cat picked up the messy kit by her scruff and returning her to her lace in the nursery.

Suddenly something struck me.

Kits. Pain. Wait, Pain?

I collapsed, watching the blood looking beneath me, it's Scarlett color staining the grass as well as my pelt.

No...No No no it can't be...

I groaned and shriek, alerting Some cats who rushed to me, GoldenEyes one of them.

"This can't be happening....I'm not going to lose them am I?" I asked urgently as they carefully took me to the medicine cat den.

"They're not gonna die are they? They're going to be fine, right? " I continued, my voice cracking with sorrow. My mate shared my expression, and I looked deep into his eyes and suddenly...

Everything came flooding back to me.