Appledusk's Chance || UNDERGOING EDITING

Prologue

The pale brown tom fell to the ground, blood pooled underneath him, as well as him choking on the scarlet liquid.
His vision became blurry as he saw the calico she-cat, Mapleshade, flash away from him. Stumbling on her paws, blood rushing down her throat and muzzle, and onto the grass.

Surely staining it a sickly scarlet red.

Appledusk tried to scramble back to his paws but fell back down with a thud. Mapleshade turned around and looked at Appledusk, sympathy and fear clouded her gaze but soon her eyes flashed with hatred as Perchpaw yowled something at her. His tail lashing.

Perchpaw, his apprentice that he had been training for almost a whole season, stood in front of him. His claws were unsheathed, as he yowled something after the rouge she-cat.

His tail still lashing from side to side. Through tired eyes he noticed blood splattered on his muzzle and paws. Was he the one who attacked?

Reedshine was looking down at him, nudging him and letting out mute wails, before the pretty expecting queen looked over and yowled at Perchpaw.
'Probably warning Perchpaw to stay back...' Appledusk thought weakly.

Perchpaw ran up to him and said something that he couldn't comprehend. The bleeding warrior closed his eyes, his breathing slowing slightly.
He was in such agony and could feel every inch of his body, every single strand of fur and all his whiskers.
He felt someone grab his scruff and pull his body back to what he assumed was RiverClan camp.
His eyes still shut, he felt to weak to keep them open. He just couldn't muster up the strength; but what let him know that he was still alive was Perchpaw, at least he guessed it was Perchpaw, nudging his nubby tail.

"Come on Appledusk!" The dark apprentice mewed, tears started to spill, his dark blue eyes glistening.
"Stay alive! Please! I need you! You need to watch my warrior ceremony!"
Appledusk heard it, he had no idea but his hearing came back for a heartbeat or two though it was muffled and funny sounding. Appledusk forced a weak smile and soon his breathing hitched.

And slowed.

And soon...

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.
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"Welcome Appledusk..."

Appledusk gasped as his green eyes widened in surprise.

Where was he? All his pain had vanished into thin air. He left as light as a feather but as strong as the whole of LionClan.
He felt younger, more quicker on his paws. He stood up, stretching his legs, and feeling more alive than he had in what seemed like moons!

He looked over, eyes stretching even widened as he met the mysterious cats gaze.
Their eyes were a pure, milky white, color. Looking as gentle as the first snow fall of the season.
They were tall, towering over him by a whole fox-length. Their pelt was as dark as the night sky. Stars, twinkling so brightly that it hurt his eyes, tangled and glimmering on their fur. Their fur was angelically long and whispy, looking like fog.

Looking like the whole of Silverpelt...

'Who was this?' he thought, blinking.
The cat looked down at him with a look that reminded him of his mother.
He felt something twist inside of him, a feeling which he hadn't felt in ages. It was was a warm feeling that made his paws feel tingly and his entire body even warmer with proud, bold emotions.