"Where am I?"
No where I should be, I'm sure. It seems too nice. Home isn't this nice. "Where am I?"
"StarClan."
I turned to see who spoke. My mother. "StarClan? Am I… dead?" she nodded, much to my disappointment. "I see." What happened? I can't remember. I can remember the fire, but what happened afterwards…? Wait. That's right, I know now. "Should I be here?"
"Why shouldn't you be?"
"I'm quite evil, I think. I mean, I haven't done anything good recently."
"You have done terrible things, and for that we are disappointed. But that does not change the fact that deep down you are a good cat. You've done great things for ThunderClan," she stopped to look away for a moment. What caught her eye? "Are you sad?"
"Sad?"
"You're dead. Are you sad?" I shook my head, wondering where she was going with this. "Good. Sometimes death can be a good thing."
"How so?"
"You're free." she said, and at that moment I understood everything.
I'm dead. My heart has stopped beating. My heart has stopped hurting. "She means nothing to me anymore…." I'm free from suffering a fate I did not want. "She killed me, didn't she?"
"She did."
I looked at the ground, a mix of emotions rushing at me. Amongst the sadness and anger I felt, I knew there was only one thing I could say to express all my feelings.
"Thank you."
And that night, Squirrelflight dreamt of Ashfur, and woke to wonder why he was thanking her.
I love Ashfur. I'm really depressed over his death. D=
And I really hope he did go to StarClan.