A/N: Sorry this is late!

"Ashfur? Is that you?" a voice called out. I turned around. There, in the dim light, was Ferncloud. There was a worried look in her eyes. "Hi, Ferncloud." I meowed quietly, "I didn't see you much here, only glimpses of you. Sorry for following your scent here! Did I wake you up or something?" She meowed, like a mother talking to a kit. She always acted like this, even when she was alive. Always motherly. "I'm fine; don't worry about me. It's nice to see you. I think I will go look around for some moss though. Not very comfortable here." I said, standing up. I walk past her, without another word. She didn't follow me, I could tell.

I walked towards the marshy area of Starclan, and clawed at a tree for moss. A walked back to my den. Ferncloud wasn't there anymore. That made me happy. Even though I like her, of course. I laid down the moss away from the water, flattening it into a suitable nest. I laid down, my head resting on my paws. I sighed. Every day was like this.

-Many Moons in the Future-

I walked outside of my den, hearing lots of cats nearby. When I looked around, I saw her. Squirrelflight. "So, she's joined Starclan." I heard one voice whisper. "She died a warrior's death." Another said. I ran back to my den, fur spiked up in anger. She can torture me here too, now.

Just great.

I'll leave you with that. Hope you all enjoyed!

~FF