Bluestar was laid there, surrounded by her kits and deputy.
Just before closing her eyes, a reddish-brown tom bounded toward her,
slipping through everything like wind.
Smiling, he led her spirit up to the skies,
which had now pushed away the clouds, leaving
a single beam of sunlight.
"They've been waiting."He says softly.
She in unsure about what will happen.
Would they welcome her?
Or would they reject her, sending her elsewhere?
She knew that it had be wrong to fall in love with a
Riverclan cat.
But if she hadn't, Thistleclaw would have led her clan into
bloodshed.
Or would he?
She could picture Snowfur glaring at her,
claiming that her mate would have been a great leader.
Or Moonflower hissing that she had killed an innocent child.
But this worry fades when she sees a tiny kit, patched
gray and white.
It's jumping with joy, and running to her.
As it sprints, the she-cat begins to see others.
Her sister, white as Leaf-Bare.
Her mother, smiling in her gentle way.
Stormtail, laughing with joy.
And finally, her daughter.
She starts to cry,
smiling through her tears.
I'm finally here.
Whatcha think?