Firestar looked down at ThunderClan- his old home. Sandstorm, his beloved Sandstorm, was mourning quietly, looking up at the stars.
"I miss you so much," she whispered, emerald green eyes fixed on the sky above despite the milling of her Clan around her. "The Clan's doing well, shaken though. Ferncloud, Mousefur and Sorreltail are dead, and Cloudtail may be joining you.
Firestar looked over his shoulder, to where those cats were reuntied with their loved ones.
"I don't know what to do," Sandstorm sighed. "All I know is that...
"I love you," they said at the same time.
