Epilogue

Splashpelt laid by herself on a rock that jutted upward, just outside the camp. Scars lay along her chest from the fox trap. That had been two moons ago. Leafpool told her that where the wire had cut her skin the fur may never grow back. She sighed as she gazed out at the sun, setting beyond the lake.

Soon she saw a tabby pelt, bronze in the setting sun.

"What are you doing up there? You shouldn't be out of camp." the tom below meowed.

"Come see." Splashpelt answered as Brambleclaw climbed up the rock and sat beside her. The two stared at the sky, now shimmering gold. Splashpelt mewed quietly that she hardly heard herself, "It's romantic, isn't it?"

"Yeah, come on, before the Clan thinks a badger got us."

He got up and climbed down the rock.

"Okay, I'm coming." Splashpelt got up and her swollen stomach could be seen.

She clambered down slowly after him, the golden rays shimmering upon them as their tales intertwined and they padded back to camp.

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