Jayfeather worked his hardest but he couldn't. He was their only hope. He crushed it. He knew he was dead but kept going, knowing Firestar wouldn't and couldn't come back to Thunderclan.
He wouldn't be there to encourage everybody anymore. To guide everybody anymore. Everyone. Their waiting. Outside. What to tell. What to tell them.
He was useless. Could do nothing. But he could crush cats very last hopes. What a great power. What a very great power.
"I'm so sorry."
He climbed off highrock. Meeting the eyes of every devastated cat. Giving them sympathetic eyes. Trying to comfort them. They took out our leaders body from my den. It was lying there. So peaceful... Too many cats to count. They were all mourning. Licking his fur. Sharing tongues. Tomorrow we must bury his body. All the cats helped. To get him out from under that stupid tree. That stupid tree... It killed our leader.
I remember Sandstorm telling him not to waste his last life. Her words were wasted. Our leader. Our guide...
Our friend,
Has died