Rouges fled the battle field, leaving the blood and the pain behind.

All except three.

A light brown she-cat anxiously stood over a brown tabby she-cat, bleeding into the dust. Behind them was a massive dark gray tabby tom, who would look threatening to any other, but the tom just sat there, its green eyes soft with fear, compassion, and anxiety.

"Wildheart, stay with me." The light brown she-cat begged with pleading blue eyes. Wildheart opened one soft amber eye and murmured "Starclan is calling to me, Leafflight. Its too late now." Leafflight blinked away the tears in her stricken blue eyes, but could not stop stop the tears from flooding. "O-o-one favor," "Anything." Leafflight breathed. "Remember our promise." Leafflight nodded silently, but on the inside her felt personally her heart snap in half and felt like wailing for a kit who lost her mother. She knew the promise was broken, and felt horrible for it. "One last thing," Wildheart rasped, and to Leafflight, she had never seen Wildheart serious like this. She was mischievous and fun loving, kind, and friendly. Wildheart drew a deep breath, despite her heaving flanks, "Things may be taken, life or prey, but most thing stay the same. Time may smooth stone, but never wear it away. Even if the original intentions are gone, broken promises can still be kept." She whispered, rasping, then added "I can hear them now, farewell Leafflight and Wolfnight, may Starclan light your path. Wildheart drew her final breath, then her beautiful amber eyes clouded, and her flanks stilled, right then, the sun a had broken the night. Leafflight wailed so loud that so sound came out.