Feathertail had been a RiverClan cat. Her parents had been the late Silverstream, of RiverClan, and Graystripe, of ThunderClan. She and her brother, Stormfur, had been born just as their mother had died, and Graystripe had joined RiverClan to be with them. He had later returned to ThunderClan, but had continued to see them at Gatherings. Things had been normal until StarClan had sent her a prophecy.

Feathertail had followed StarClan's instructions and, in result, had been killed saving cats that she barely knew. It had been an honourable way to die, and she would be remembered for her bravery for many moons. When she had died, she had been granted a great honour. She was allowed to walk two skies, become a member of the Tribe of Endless Hunting and StarClan. She had been reunited with many cats she had lost over time, but most importantly, her mother.

However, things were not perfect.

Feathertail's sacrifice had not gone without regret on her own part. Feathertail had not only left behind her brother, Stormfur, and her father, Graystripe, but also another. Crowfeather, an apprentice at the time, had been the love of her life. Though younger than her, they had been meant for each other.

Death had been meant to separate them all along, but Feathertail had always longed for her destiny to be different. It was not just her own death that hurt, but the fact that Crowfeather had moved on. Of course, she had wanted it for him, but to see him with Leafpool… It was difficult to see him so happy.

But even worse was when they were forced to part ways, and Crowfeather's world had been so engulfed in sorrow. Feathertail could only feel worse when she thought of his sadness. When he had chosen Nightcloud as his new mate, Feathertail didn't even feel jealous. She knew his true motives.

Resenting Crowfeather was out of the question, as was blaming StarClan for her death. But even spending time with Silverstream or watching her dear brother didn't make her feel better. Crowfeather had been the only cat she had ever loved, and now they could never be together.

Feathertail was visiting the skies of the Tribe of Endless Hunting one night, watching as the tribe cats continued on their lives, many still remembering her, a great deal of them having met with her. Star, a cat she had met only briefly in her life but that she knew well in her death, was with her.

"He's happy, Feathertail. You should be too."

Star's words were filled with wisdom, and Feathertail nodded as she said them.

"You are very wise," Feathertail meowed, and smiled, suddenly feeling absolutely cheerful. It was a rare feeling for her, something she had not felt since her death.

And so, keeping Star's words in her mind, Feathertail returned to her own sky of StarClan. For the first time since she died, she looked down at Crowfeather, who was training his son happily. Feathertail smiled with him. She was finally at peace.