Disclaimer

I don't own warriors. Go away, crazy fan girls. You have no chance with Jayfeather.

Rock looked down at the slightly mangled stick at his paws. He looked over the scratches and marks, everything that lay forever embedded on that small branch.

He let out a sigh. "It is what has to be done." He placed his paw on the stick and closed his eyes, feeling his energy drain slowly. "Tomorrow, when Jayfeather visits you for a message from me, he will get the unexpected."

He opened his eyes, his spirit's last threads of existence vanishing forever.

"And you will be set free."

And all that was left with a stick glowing a strange green color lying on the leaves and grass, tucked safe in it's hole where Jayfeather last left it.