Hollyleaf is watching from a strange place. It's not Starclan, but it's not the Dark Forest either...
Look, I know what I did was wrong. I just couldn't help myself. I couldn't let Ashfur betray Squirrelflight, even though she betrayed me. But I don't have to worry anymore.
I'm dead, trapped in a strange place. It's an in-between-Starclan-and-the-Dark-Forest type of thing. Ashfur's here too, but I've only caught glimpses of him. I hope he hasn't seen me.
Now, I'm isolated. My body trapped in the caves, my spirit here. My only comfort is being able to be in Thunderclan in my dreams. They can't see me, they won't feel my presence, but I'm there.
I wish I could just say goodbye though. Let Lionblaze and Jayfeather know where I am. Let them know that I'm better off here. It broke my heart when they sat up all night just for me, too sad to say anything. Confused, lost, hopeless.
Like how I feel every day.
I like to watch Dovepaw training, seeing her helping fill the lake up, talking to her sister. Seeing her by one of the three. Where I should have been.
Sometimes I envy Dovepaw.
But then I think how my life turned out knowing, no, thinking I was part of a prophecy. Look how great that turned out. I just hope Dovepaw is stronger than me. I know she is. I hope she knows it too.
But what I really want is another chance. Another chance at life. I broke the Warrior Code, and I'm paying for it. I just want to undo what I did. Right my wrongs.
Start over.
I know now that Cinderpelt got a chance. But she was amazing. She sacrificed heself for Sorreltail's kits. She wasn't a mouse-brain.
She wasn't me.
My name is Hollyleaf. This is my life, my story. And my second chance.
My second chance of life.