This is many moons after Flametail died. Littlecloud is old now...
Littlecloud stared at the ice. His apprentice Flametail couldn't have sunk to the bottom. Dead.
He couldn't be.
Even though that it had been many, many moons before, Littlecloud was always sad when leaf-bare came.
StarClan you are cruel!
he thought.
Flametail. Dead. This couldn't be real. Littlecloud turned away from the ice.
Littlecloud walked numbly back to the camp.
"Oh, Littlecloud your back. I have a thorn in my pad, and-" meowed a gray she-cat, Shrewfoot, once the medicine cat walked into the camp.
Littlecloud walked past her.
He sat in his den for a long period of time. Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"Wake up, Littlecloud,"
whispered a voice. He opened his eyes.
A ginger tom stood in front of him, his green eyes both sad and happy.
"Flametail?" Littlecloud rasped.
Flametail nodded and meowed softly, "Its your time." Littlecloud gasped, "T-to go to StarClan?"
Flametail nodded.
That night, Blackstar sat outside his den and gazed up at the night sky. His deputy Rowanclaw padded up to him.
"Blackstar? Why are you still awake?" Rowanclaw asked with a yawn.
"Just looking at Silverpelt," he replied softly. Up in the stars, Blackstar saw two shining bright as though two cats had been reunited. As though apprentice and mentor were reunited.