The rise of Hollystar: A meeting with Feathertail

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Brambleclaw's POV:

Brambleclaw woke up. Sweet scents filled the air around him. He wiped his eyes cautiously. "Squirrelflight?" He groaned.

"Not quite, sleepy head. My name is in fact Feathertail." Meowed a silver-gray she-cat. Brambleclaw let the familiar scent fill his nostrils. "Feathertail? A-am I in starclan?" He stammered.

"Yes, yes you are sweetheart. Just calm down." Mewed Feathertail. She seems so nice, thought Brambleclaw.

"That's it then? I'm dead?" He asked. Feathertail shook her head.

"No, it is not your time to die yet." She mewed, "In fact, you are the only one with the power to save the clans." Brambleclaw jumped in surprise. "Wait, what are you-"

"I'm going to send you down to earth. You will wake up and go to join shadowclan."

"Why shadowclan?"

"You will learn more overtime, though for now, Blackstar will be given a dream tonight, about allowing you to join the clan. Good luck." Feathertail's outline started to shimmer and fade.

"Feathertail wait!" He called. But she was already gone. He stood alone.

"So, you came because you had a dream? Your destiny lies here?" Questioned Blackstar. Brambleclaw thought fast.

"Ummm...yeah." Blackstar relaxed.

"Very well. I'm glad you have come to join us. For now, you may eat and rest." The white Tom dismissed Brambleclaw with a flick of his tail. Brambleclaw padded out the den. Suddenly, something bashed into his legs, sending him off balance. A brown tabby stood in front of him, his amber gaze, sympathetic. "Sorry. I'm Tigerheart. I think you know me...My mother is Tawnypelt and my father is our deputy, Rowanclaw." Brambleclaw thought carefully as Tigerheart blabbered on. His mother is Tawnypelt, my sister! He's my nephew! "Where is your mother?" Mewed Brambleclaw. Tigerheart grabbed Brambleclaw's tail and bounded over to the medicine cat's den. Boy does he run fast! Thought Brambleclaw. His sister was lying in a nest of moss and feathers- a small pool of blood soaked the fluffy bedding. "Tawnypelt! Are you ok?" Tawnypelt sat up.

"Yes, just a thorn scratch i think. I'll live." She meowed. "So you did join us? That's great! Here, sit down and we can talk."

Brambleclaw forced a smile and sat down obediently. How much longer would he be able to keep this up?

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