This is my alternate ending to The Last Hope. Firestar lives! FandomAffairs was Beta on this chapter.

He spit blood out of his mouth. A flash of lightning hit the familiar beech tree nearby before it fell. Crash! Everything went black.

Firestar opened his eyes, Bluestar was lying to his right as if she had been cleaning her paws while she waited for him. He looked around the clearing and he saw the Thunderclan cats surrounding the fallen beech tree. He felt an energy surging through his body and all his wounds were gone.

"Am I dead?"

"Yes." Bluestar answered like she'd done this before. "But the choice is yours whether or not you stay. Starclan had a destiny for you and you fulfilled it." The older cat went back to licking her paws and biting at her claws.

"The choice is mine?" Firestar pawed at the ground beneath him.

"Your purpose is among the living clans is over, but you may stay among them if you wish." Her voice beckoned him but even the thought of leaving his clan now was unbearable. They needed him and he needed them…

"I'm not ready to join the ranks of Starclan." His mew was soft but obviously someone heard.

The world spun around as if attempting to dizzy itself. Pain seared back into his body as he opened his eyes and a bright world came to view. Jayfeather butted him in the chest with his head.

"Ow!" Pain seared back into his chest even worse than before. "What are you doing?" He hissed

"Firestar!" A scent drifted over him.

"Sandstorm!" Joy washed over him and the pain seemed to be no more.

"Don't ever scare me like that again!" Sandstorm's mew was firm then soft again. "I really thought you were dead." Love filled her green eyes.

"Probably just unconscious." Firestar thought back and remembered what Bluestar had said. That he actually was dead but he didn't need to tell Sandstorm, no need to worry the other cat. "Thank Starclan that was all." He said the first thing that came to mind.

Cats crowded around him, starting to cause him to lose oxygen before Jayfeather started pushing cats away. "He needs air in his lungs not fur!" Jayfeather mewed. "Come into my den, I'll take care of you until you're well." It still, even after all these years, surprised him that the blind cat knew every paw-step. They entered the den and Firestar lay in a nest of moss before Jayfeather spoke again. "How are you feeling?" He asked as he put poultice on his scars. When he was done he gave him some Coltsfoot. "If you start wheezing or have trouble breathing eat that. Now, go rest and tell everyone to get their injuries cared for." Jayfeather sat and wrapped his tail around his paws.

"Sure thing." Firestar called back as he exited of the den. He told Graystripe to tell relay the message to the clan as he went to rest. As soon as he laid on the moss he was asleep.