Hello for the last time! Thanks for the support guys, here's the last 'chapter' of the story! *sniff* *Sniff* It'ls been a long road.

REVIEWS (There were not a lot, so that makes things easy!)

"Kuroimori"- Yes, poor Thorn, unfortunately it's a habit of mine to kill off cats like him _ You know, the last Legacy trilogy book is all about Jaypaw/Jay, and Flint is in it, so if you want, you can check that out! And I hope this ending is satisfying! It's not too detailed, but I think it's pretty good! And if you have any questions after this chapter, feel free to PM me!

"Niqhtshadow"- Congratulations on guessing the killer then! I was trying to make it difficult, but in the end I think it was a little obvious, but I hope the mystery was still there. And thank you! I try. Well, not to spoil anything but... let's say reconciliation doesn't happen overnight. (at least not in this story!)

"Lightningfire"- Thank you!

So thanks to all 3 reviewers, you guys are the best! (jk, anyone who's still reading this is the best!)

Epilogue

Blossoms danced on the wind, swirling around in a cascade of white and pale pink before scattering across a lush green clearing. The sun beamed overhead, sending golden rays of light to warm the earth and melt the remaining piles of slushy snow.

Birds chirped and flitted to and fro in the emerging green canopy of leaves, the tiny leaves just unrolling in a soft green delicacy along the smooth branches that had been bare for too long. The sound of dripping snow merged with the sound of stirring creatures to create a melody of life all around the quiet clearing, a warm breeze sending ripples through the grass and decorating it with soft white petals from the blossoming trees.

Fallstripe sat still, taking it all in and soaking up the sun's warmth, her tail twitching in quiet content. "You'd probably try to catch the blossoms before they touched the ground," she murmured absently, watching a petal drift past her nose. "Right, Thorn?"

She looked down as a soft mound in the clearing, grass and petals starting to cover the dirt that had been laboriously dug up when it was frozen, but now started to show signs of green as life returned to it.

Thorn was buried here; in the clearing they had met together so many times. It had been difficult, not only to carry his body out here and dig up the frozen ground, but also to convince the Clan to allow her and Flintpaw the duty of disposing the body of the one the Clan all believed to be the murderer.

After the death of Rainfall and Thorn, Flintpaw and Fallstripe carried through with their resolution to present Thorn as the murderer and Rainfall as a victim, to avoid uproar in the Clans. It was hard enough for the Clan going into leaf-bare without a full-fledged medicine-cat without the pain of knowing he had murdered his Clan-mates.

The Clan was much happier to accept the idea that Thorn, a rogue they didn't know, had been the murderer. And as far as they knew, he was simply a Clan-hating rogue who attacked weak cats. In fact, all four Clans were happy about this news and the accusations and threat of war subsided as the snow drifts gathered.

All the difficulties, all the pain of the last few moons had seemed put at rest for Fallstripe then. Boulderstar had praised her and Flintpaw for their work and even Coalspark had seemed content with the results. But she'd since refused every mission he'd asked her to complete and returned to regular warrior duties, happy to leave her nights of skulking and spying alone behind her.

Peace filled her and even though the pain of loss of both Ivysong and Thorn remained, the pain eased as she grew closer to her Clan-mates in a way she never had before. And now as new leaf came once again, she found herself closer to a certain young warrior named Tallcloud.

But he wasn't the only one, and as her thoughts drifted, she heard a call from the edge of the clearing. Getting up, she approached the tall, muscular dark gray tom, his dark blue eyes stolen swaths from the midnight sky.

"I've been looking for you," he mewed, turning back into the forest and allowing her to fall into stride by his side.

"I'm surprised, you're usually still asleep so early in the morning," she teased.

"It's almost sun-high and I only did that once!" Flintpaw responded with a mock glare that melted as he leaped into the air, twisting to catch a blossom petal as it drifted between the trees, golden sunlight glinting off his well-groomed pelt and firm muscles.

Fallstripe scoffed, "Is that any way for an almost warrior to act?"

Flintpaw looked back at her, the petal delicately held in his mouth so that it wouldn't tear. He purred, "You just wish you could do it too," he mewed, letting the petal fall to the ground and then he took off at a brisk trot, tail straight in the air as if he couldn't stand still.

"Don't tell me you're excited," Fallstripe purred, catching up to him and trying to catch his eye, but his eyes were focused on the sky that peeked in between the tree limbs. Unbridled excitement sparking in those deep depths.

"Today I become a warrior," his voice was soft with feeling and warmth filled her as she caught onto his excitement.

"You've worked really hard for this," she mewed, remembering how often he'd volunteered to take the night watch or help clear the snow from camp after a heavy snowfall. He would have become a warrior long before, but all his work had left him exhausted and susceptible to a bout of white cough that had passed through the Clan, without casualties thank StarClan. But it had left him stuck in his nest for nearly a moon and only now had he regained full strength and had passed his final assessment.

As they approached camp, they were greeted by two cats who swarmed toward them in a flurry. "Flintpaw, what were you doing?! The ceremony is about to start!"

Fallstripe stepped away and watched in amusement as Cloudfern began smoothing the apprentice's fur, picking out tiny scraps of debris from his fur. "I mean honestly…" the she-cat muttered, using her tail to brush off a blossom petal from his pelt and then looking up at him, her eyes full of love as her annoyance dissipated from her soft gaze.

Fallstripe's tail curled happily as Flintpaw touched noses with Cloudfern gently, a gentle look in his eyes as his gaze strayed to the she-cat's slightly plump belly. "They don't even notice anyone else when they're together," Tallcloud mewed, looking at his sister with warmth. "A horde of badgers could be invading the camp and they wouldn't notice."

Fallstripe purred and looked up at the tall tom, glad that their friendship was blossoming like the world around them. "Come on you two, the ceremony is starting!" Tallcloud called as he and Fallstripe darted away into the camp ahead of them, letting the two mates to come at their own pace as they quickly found a spot together at the front of the crowd.

It was a beautiful day for a ceremony and Boulderstar stood on high-ledge, chest puffed out and pride in his blue eyes as Cloudfern and Flintpaw came to the front of the assembled warriors and Smokeclaw joined his apprentice and offered a few words that Fallstripe couldn't catch but which made Flintpaw stand up straighter and face forward confidently.

"Clan-mates, with the harsh season of leaf-bare over and the troubles and dangers we faced the past few seasons laid to rest, we are proud to show that we are still standing and stronger than ever after the harsh trials we have faced. We will not forget our fallen Clan-mates, all of which were precious to us and leave scars that may never fully heal."

Pain gripped Fallstripe's chest as images of Ivysong and Thorn flitted through her thoughts. She could see Sootfur now, head bowed as he sat alone at the edge of the clearing. But Lightpool padded over to him and nudged him gently, sitting next to him and he lifted his head, eyes sorrowful but strong.

"And now we have a new warrior to join us in protecting the Clan that our loved ones gave their lives for. Flintpaw, please step forward." The apprentice stepped out from the crowd and raised his eyes to Boulderstar as the gray leader gracefully descended the rockpile to stand in front of the apprentice that towered over him.

"I, Boulderstar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn." The leader lowered his eyes from the sky and looked at Flintpaw levelly.

"Flintpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend this Clan even at the cost of your life?"

"I do."

"Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior name—" Boulderstar gave an unusual pause here and regarded Flintpaw for a moment before the apprentice gave him a nod and he continued. "Flintpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Flintjay, StarClan honors your bravery and loyalty, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan."

Here Boulderstar laid his chin on Flintjay's head—who had to bow his head for the leader to reach—and he gave the leader a respectful lick on the shoulder before turning back to the Clan and challenging them with a bold stare as he went to sit down between Smokeclaw and Cloudfern.

Fallstripe was stunned momentarily by the odd name choice, but she instantly recognized it as an homage to Flintjay's mother. She raised her head and started chanting, "Flintjay! Flintjay! Flintjay!" others joined in, hesitantly at first, but then more strongly and surely and she saw Cloudfern proudly chanting the name. The former rogue had endeared himself to the Clan and they welcomed him as a warrior of the Clan.

As the Clan chanted and congratulated the new warrior Fallstripe raised her eyes and took in the moment. She could see Scorch sitting with Sandpaw, the new apprentice medicine-cat who, after being sick for most of leaf-bare as a kit, had found a calling to the medicine-cat life, relieving Boulderstar of the duty of forcing one of the two kits into the role. But Fallstripe wondered in this moment if that was envy in his amber eyes. I hope StarClan will guide him always.

She could see her mother, Dappledleaf, sitting with Sootfall, her face serene with the beauty of a sky after the storms had passed. The elders sat together by the entrance to their den, having defied all odds and not even gotten a single sniffle throughout leaf-bare, which Fallstripe attributed to her wonderful den-building skills.

Her eyes unconsciously landed on her father and as she watched him sit, solemn and alone, apart from the gathered Clan. She wondered if he ever regretted his choices. Pushing her mother and all her littermates away, choosing to put the good of the Clan over all else. She wondered if he missed Jaypaw, or if he loathed Flintjat as a son. Or if he was happy with the way things were. His green eyes gave no answer, but the blank way in which he watched Flintjay be congratulated and be surrounded by his Clan-mates made Fallstripe wonder.

With a deep sigh Fallstripe closed her eyes, it seemed like a day like this would never come. When we could all be happy and excited about the future. I wonder if Jaypaw is happy, far away? I wonder if Amelia told her of what happened… or if she'll ever return to the Clans to visit her son.

Opening her eyes, Fallstripe felt a nudge on her shoulder and blinked sheepishly at Tallcloud. "Alright, daydreamer. When you're done how about we go give our love-sick friend our congratulations."

Fallstripe purred and got to her paws, "Lead the way," she invited, allowing the lanky tom to form a path through the wall of cats. By the time they got to Flintjay, most of the cats had backed off and only Cloudfern remained by his side.

"Flintjay! That's a unique name," Tallcloud mewed, giving the new warrior a bow of congratulations.

Flintjay nodded his head, purring too hard to answer. "Oh no, this means we have to share a den again. I was enjoying not having to listen to your snores," Tallcloud joked and Fallstripe laughed, bumping the tom with her shoulder.

"Be nice," she scolded and she and Cloudfern shared a look as Tallcloud rolled his eyes dramatically. "Well, Flintjay," she mewed, feeling a tingle of pleasure as his joy spread to her, "You're a warrior of ThunderClan!"

"Thank you," Flintjay mewed, finally finding his words. "Let's celebrate with a meal, Cloudfern, Tallcloud, do you mind getting us some food?" he asked, turning to the two littermates.

Cloudfern nodded and gave one last touch to Flintjay's nose, purring happily as she trotted toward the fresh-kill pile. Tallcloud followed his sister muttering, "He's been a warrior for less then half a morning and he's already bossing us around…"

"It's been a long journey to get to this point," Flintjay commented, watching the two cats argue over which pieces of prey to take.

Fallstripe let out a long breath, "That's for sure," she mewed, thinking of all that had happened after he joined the Clan. "It was hard, but… I'm truly glad things turned out the way they did," she mewed, looking up at his unreadable dark gaze, contemplating things she couldn't guess at.

"I am too. I was scared to leave the mountains, but, I'm glad I did. I feel like this is where I belong. And you know—" he paused to look at her "—the journey doesn't end here. We've got a whole life ahead of us still, and whether it's good or bad or happy or sad times that await it, we'll endure and keep on journeying until we find all that there is to find."

Fallstripe listened to him quietly, eyes fixed on Tallcloud and she felt a stirring feeling in her chest. "That sounds like a lot of fun. But I get the feeling we won't be walking that journey alone."

Flintjay started toward Cloudfern and Tallcloud who were waiting with their food in a sunny part of the camp, then paused and looked back at her again, eyes lighting up, "I wouldn't want it any other way."
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Mmm! It's such a relief to have this done, and I'm happy to have a HAPPY(ish) ending, for once! And so ends the Legacy series. That's it, this is the end. No more stories about the Legacy universe. Funny to think that I started writing this before the new Warriors Series came out. I only read the first book but I guess SkyClan comes to the lake? So this story is totally not in line with that at all... But that frustrates me because now I feel like I have to read the new series before I write another fanfic that takes place around the lake... or else I have to adapt it to the old forest... sigh... though it could work just as easily.

Not that I'm sure if I'll write another fanfiction anyways... But if I do it'll be called "Assassin" With the 'Sin' part extenuated in some way to stand out.

Well, I hope you guys liked this final addition to the Legacy series, whether you're old readers or new ones, I hope it was enjoyable, or at least distracting. I really loved writing this series and I hope you liked reading it. Till next time! Have a great day!