Suddenly there was a cry of pain and rage which echoed through the forest.

"Moonpaw!" Grasspaw cried. "We need to hurry!" She began to race forward, then realized that she was trying to lead the other cats too. "Sorry..."

"That's okay," Dottedstar said. "I think we can pick up the pace a little."

Gratefully, Grasspaw began to move faster, and soon they reached the clearing. There, in the middle, Moonpaw lay, yowling to StarClan. "Farseer! She shouldn't have died!" Then she seemed to notice the cats. "You!" she spat at Grasspaw. "This is your fault. If you had gotten here sooner, she would be alive right now! Where'd you go? Why'd it take so long? Why did I trust you with something this important!"

"I'm sure it's not entirely Grasspaw's fault," Dottedstar told her. "The real fault lays in whatever threw the spear."

"Dottedstar?" Moonpaw asked. "You came all this way?"

"Not from camp, I was leading the patrol."

"How long ago did Grasspaw find you? She left about an hour ago!"

"I got lost," Grasspaw admitted meekly.

"You got lost?" Moonpaw asked indignantly.

"Yes, this thing, I've been calling it a Two-leg, because it walks on two legs, had this box that cut down a tree and it almost hit me, and then I got lost."

"So this never before seen creature cuts down a tree, the tree almost falls on you, you find the border, catch up to them and bring them back here? What kind of crack nut story is that?" Moonpaw accused. "You probably took your sweet time, you probably don't care about Farseer!"

"I do to..." but Dottedstar cut her off. "Girls. Stop fighting. It's not either of your faults that she died. Moonpaw, I know that you're in grief, but get a hold of yourself. Of course Grasspaw cares about Farseer. Think of how crazy that sounds. Why wouldn't she?"

Both cats fell silent, thinking about what she said.

"I guess you're right Dottedstar," Moonpaw admitted. "I'm sorry Grasspaw. That wasn't very mature of me."

"No it wasn't," Grasspaw started, but at the warning look from Dottedstar, she changed her mind. "Apology accepted. I forgive you."

"That's better." Dottedstar looked back and forth at the two cats.

"Now we need to bring all this back to camp. Moonpaw, do you want to deliver the news? This time without slandering Grasspaw?"

"Sure," Moonpaw said grudgingly. "I guess I can do that."

And so the party of cats began to bring Farseer back home for the last time.