The stars glittered overhead. Goldleaf looked over at the sparkling cat next to her. "Is it time?" she asked. The other figure nodded.

Goldleaf closed her eyes and when she opened them, she was in a small den. A gray cat, cold and still, lay curled up, in death looking as if he was merely asleep. She saw the spirit floating above the body.

"Come." She said. The spirit rose and materialized, in the shape of the body below, only smoky.

It looked around wildly, and then saw her.
"It's time, isn't it." It was a statement, not a question, and Goldleaf stepped toward her mate.

"You raised my little Falcon well. He can be on his own now."

Floodpelt ran toward her. "Oh, I've missed you."

"Me too." She whispered. "Me too."`

A golden star and a gray star were side by side in the sky that night.

So Teardrops has finally come to a close. The name of the sequel will be called 'Son of Gold,' and it will be up shortly. Many thanks to all the reviewers, and I have decided this will be a trilogy! Squee!