Bluestar had never known a love quite like this. The past moons of clan life had clouded her mind, but now it was as clear at the river that Fireheart had just pulled her from. Beside the firey coat of her deputy were two others who she instantly recognized. As she peered up at her kits she knew she had made the right decision those many moons before. Oakheart had raised two loyal and brave warriors. Now her kits were with her as she faced her final journey as a Thunderclan cat. She realized all of the things she had done, the words she had said. She wished she could take them back now, and she wished things could have been different, but she truly trusted her deputy to take care of the world she was leaving behind. As she turned to Fireheart, she could see the raw pain and hurt in his eyes. Why would a cat go this far for me? She tried to speak, but her words were full of water, the only sound was a gurgle. He was always a loyal warrior, a devoted deputy, and my closest friend. The three cats around her leaned in closer, but there were no words she could conjure to explain the sensation of peace she was feeling now. This is Starclan's final blessing. A true good bye for a mother and her kits. She reached her nose forward until she could breathe in the scent of Mistyfoot, her strong and noble daughter. She is so much like her father. She relaxed back onto the pebbles that lined the riverbed. With one last stuttering breath and a last glance at her kits, and one last look at the cat who would continue her legacy and protect her clan, Bluestar joined the ranks of Starclan.