Epilogue

One moon later, the ShadowClan camp was peaceful. A group of warriors patched up a hole in the camp wall. A queen sat outside the nursery licking her belly. Seedpelt was watching his children play with a big smile on his face. Flintstar walked across camp to the medicine den, where his mate Lizardfang was recovering from her wounds. A few apprentices carried in prey. Wolftooth yawned and stretched. Applestripe and Blueshine groomed each other. Then they got up, grabbed some flowers, and walked outside of camp. Every quarter moon, the siblings put flowers on their sister's grave. Why every quarter moon? Because that was the moon phase when she had died.

They both deeply regretted treating Mistfeather like that. So did Wolftooth. He walked out of camp to join them, dropping some flower petals. They stood in silence beside her grave, sadness in their eyes. "I'm sorry." whispered Blueshine to the sky. "Can you hear us up there? I'm really sorry." A few tears fell down her cheeks. Oh, Mistfeather could hear them. She smiled. "I know you're sorry," she mewed aloud. "And I forgive you." Ravenpaw ran past. "C'mon, Firestar! Let's go welcome Jayfeather to StarClan!" Mistfeather watched the small black cat and feiry tom run past, and followed. She liked welcoming new cats to StarClan. Probably because she liked seeing their reaction to climbing the invisible staircase and seeing their new star.

As Mistfeather ran she smiled. Thinking back to it, her life hadn't been, and wasn't, that bad after all.

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The End! I really hope you enjoyed that story! :) It was really fun to write! I appreciate all the suggestions and kind reviews along the way, thanks so much for reading, and have a good night! ..Or day. Or afternoon. Or morning. Or evening. Byeeee! :)