A.N. Hey again!! Sorry the update took so long, but everything's gone kind of…wurgh, and with the amount of homework I'm getting/have, this being pretty much done is no bad thing.

Silverpool5000: Thanks for the compliment, I'm glad you enjoyed it, but I'm sorry, I'm not writing a sequel. There's nowhere to take it…ooh, I just had an idea, but I can't say anything for spoilers!!

Still probably won't write one though.

Anyway, where are the rest of my reviewers?

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Squeeeee this is the last chapter!!

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Many seasons later…

The entire Clan stayed in an awed silence as Iceheart finished her story. The story of her life, through from being a kit, right up to being a warrior with an apprentice.

However, one cat remained fairly under whelmed by the entire thing. Stormstar had not even stayed past the first few sentences, proclaiming boredom and having heard it all before. Perfectly true-he was Iceheart's son. Iceheart's and Snowfire's. He had heard the two older cats speaking about it as a kit and an apprentice, and had heard every story Iceheart had told.

Many seasons had passed since Snowfire had returned to RiverClan, and in that time, she had forgiven him and he had learned to love her again. They produced a litter of four, but only one survived-Stormstar. Greencough had taken the rest, one by one, with barely a herb to ease their suffering-or Iceheart's pain. The pain that had been losing her kits.

But she'd made it through the dark times, right through being a warrior and a mentor, and now she was an elder. A very old elder at that, and one who was almost certainly about to die. She was the oldest cat in RiverClan, and now the only cat who had lived through a dark time in RiverClan history, and as the Clan seemed to be heading back towards that, it was important they heard the stories and could so brace themselves and be ready.

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Iceheart slowly limped her way back to her nest, and sank onto it with a purr of relief. She curled up in her soft, downy nest and fell asleep.

She dreamed a beautiful dream, one in which Snowfire came back to her. And as she dreamed, she spoke,

"Hello again, love."

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They found her the next morning, asleep to someone who didn't really look, but in truth, dead. She had died peacefully, and happily. She would be mourned, but her death would be a time of celebration for her life, not of mourning for a life taken too soon.

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A.N. Short, I know, but I figured this was all it needed.