No. I won't go. I refuse. I refuse to go. The black she-cat that was Hollyleaf lay dying on the ground. She was fighting Death. She didn't want to leave. She couldn't leave… If she left, she'd leave her clan, ThunderClan… She'd leave her brothers. No matter how much she had hated them for lying, she'd have to leave Squirrelflight and Leafpool. They had always been good to her. The black she-cat lay there, wrestling with guilt and Death and Life. Suddenly it was cold. Then everything flashed. Everything was dark for a moment and everything was freezing. Then, it was bright, clear, and cool but still warm. She looked around. The first thing she saw was the black body at her feet.
"No!" She cried, but her words could not be heard by all of the cats around her. Death had won their match. The next thing she noticed, though, was an orange and white figure hunched over her body. "Fallen Leaves?" She whispered, surprised to see him. His head jerked up and around. He stared into her green eyes.
"Hollyleaf? Don't leave me," he whispered, looking up at her. She was, it appeared, standing on a starry cloud. "You're my only friend," he added quietly.
"I won't go," she mewed firmly, leaping from her cloud of stars. "Never. I promise."