Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors or any of the characters in it, because if I did Runningwind would be alive, and Jayfeather would be a warrior!

A/N: This is set after Runningwind's death *tear*

Jayfeather: -Sigh- Get over it and let them read.

Me: He shouldn't have died! And be nice, I can beat you into tomorrow.

Jayfeather: But you wouldn't because you love me.

Me: True, true... Have fun reading!


~Third Person POV~

Runningwind gave one last shudder, took in last breath of air and blinked one last time; slowly and painfully. And then, he was gone. Runningwind had gone to join Starclan and none of his clanmates had been there to tell him goodbye.

The swift warrior had died alone; no one was 'swift' enough to save him. Several other cats approached the clearing, one of the skirting backwards when she saw his broken body.

There wasn't anything they could do; the warrior was gone, joining the ranks of another ancient clan. He had followed the Warrior Code, protecting his clan, his family, with his life and he would receive a reward.

~Spottedleaf's POV~

She watched him take his last breath, and then she watched Fireheart, her love, walk towards him. Runningwind truly had died a brave warrior and soon he would be here too. Spottedleaf wished she could go and talk to Fireheart, fly down to him, but it wasn't allowed. Starclan was only allowed to help the clan in times of trouble, and loosing a warrior wasn't too big of a trouble. As cold as that sounded it was true.

Turning away from the scene Spottedleaf padded towards Oakheart.

He struggled in the same ways she did; watching Bluestar suffer as she did her best to guide and lead her clan.

"Oakheart." Spottedleaf dipped her head respectfully.

"Hello Spottedleaf." Oakheart greeted, his voice warm, as usual.

"Have you been watching Bluestar lately?" She asked him.

"Yes…" He whispered, "It pains me that I can't help her, not yet at least."

Spottedleaf sat down next to him. "There must be something we can do!" She begged.

"Do not let your love for Fireheart cloud your judgment." He said, a little icily.

Spottedleaf flinched, but he was right, as usual. "I just worry about my clan." She said, keeping the hostility from her voice.

"And I worry about mine. But I have enough respect to know I am limited in what I can do to help, as you are too."

She nodded, wanting to defend herself. "Yes, thank you Oakheart." Spottedleaf stood and padded away from him.

Spottedleaf looked around for the newest member or Starclan; Runningwind.

Sure enough she spotted him grooming himself amidst a field of bright yellow daisies. She walked towards him; he would recognize her so she might as well be the one to greet him.

"Runningwind!" She called out to him.

He turned at the sound of her voice and trotted over to her. "Spottedleaf!" He said happily, "This is Starclan?"

Spottedleaf nodded, "Yes Runningwind, welcome to Starclan, you've gained a spot among the stars.

Runningwind dipped his head to her, "Thank you."

She felt bad for the warrior, he was only a little older than her, still young, and it must be hard. Being a medicine cat she understood her duty, but he would long for his old life.

"I-I'm not sure if I'll get used to it up here." He stuttered.

Spottedleaf rested her tail on his shoulder, "Don't worry." She said with a soft purr, "You will love it here, you have earned this."

He nodded, "Thank you, again." He padded off; she guessed he was going to find his parents; Oneeye and Halftail.


Me: Please tell me what you think!

Jayfeather: Yes please review or else she goes crazy.

Me: Oh hush, I'm completely sane.

Jayfeather: Yeah, that's why you're talking to a blind cat.

Me: *Silence*