I'm a cruel person...but not that cruel ;)

Here, this should cheer you all up.

Its a bit...odd but like I said, this isn't perfect canon...sooo...

Wildstar froze and stared at Sharpblaze's unmoving body, her eyes hollow of feeling for a moment, too shocked to grasp the reality of what had just happened. She slowly bent over and pressed her nose to his side, gently, her body trembling. He gave no answer. She nosed him again. There was still no answer from Sharpblaze. Her eyes widened with pain and terror. "N-no…this…this can't be happening." She looked up, eyes locking with Starpelt. She was crying. Horror gripped Wildstar's heart as sorrow wracked through her entire body. "No!" She turned back to Sharpblaze, the reality of everything crashing down on her. "Sharpblaze, no, you can't leave me alone like this!" She squeezed her eyes shut. Ever since you come to camp, I've actually been happy. This is worse than my mate's death. This is worse than Pepperkit's death. This is worse than... "You can't be dead, Sharpblaze! I need you! You need to tell the Clans your story, remember?! I can't do this on my own...they'd never believe me..." She looked up at the sky, wishing the sun would just set and let the stars come out. She felt herself grow angry. StarClan, you can't take him from me! You've already taken two of my loved ones away from me, don't take a third! She felt her cheeks become wet with tears and she sat beside her dead son. She lost focus on the rest of the world. She could hear voices calling out to her as the rest of the Clans realized what was happening, but the noise faded and she felt herself slip away...

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, she wasn't in Four Trees anymore. She looked around to see a clearing she'd never been to before. "Where am I?" She asked herself rhetorically and stood up. After taken only a few steps, she heard a voice from behind.

"You're weaker than I thought, crying in front of all the Clans like that! It's shameful."

Wildstar blinked and her sadness turned into slight happiness. "Wrathstar, it's you!" She spun around to see her old leader standing right in front of her, looking better than ever...except for that stern look on his forever grouchy face.

Wrathstar gazed at her, his irritation obvious. "You mustn't let Sharpblaze's death affect you, Wildstar. You must lead LionClan without him."

Wildstar shook her head in distress, "But he's always been there for me! I...I don't know what I'm going to do without him. Isn't there any way I can bring him back? I can give him one of my own lives!"

Wrathstar hissed, "Don't waste your lives, Wildstar! You're the one who is destined to lead LionClan into battle! Sharpblaze simply helped you get to this stage. He is no longer needed. Besides, it's impossible to bring any life back from the dead! That's beyond even StarClan's power. I can't bring Sharpblaze back, so lift your chin up and live!" He growled, "Why waste so much time crying over some tom's death?! You've lost loved ones before; you should be able to move on. He's no longer important!"

"He is to me! To me, his one life is worth ten of mine! I'm bringing him back! Transfer my life into his! You have to! Besides, I can't convince ShadowClan to join LionClan without him! I might not even be able to convince WindClan and RiverClan! If I don't bring him back..." She trailed off. Suddenly, she was no longer with Wrathstar, she was back in Four Trees...and Sharpblaze was still dead.

Why am I feeling no pain? I thought I was dying…or am I already dead? Sharpblaze slowly opened his eyes. He winced at the bright light and squeezed his eyelids shut. This time, he peeked through the tiniest crack of his left eye and let himself adjust to the light. As soon as he saw where he was, his eyes flew open, ignoring the pain just to take a good look at the land.

He was in a huge clearing of tall grass. Wildstar told me about something like this. Apparently WindClan has something like this in their territory. Like…a meadow or field. Is that what this is? The weirdest thing was that everything everywhere was white and sparkling with starlight. Is this StarClan?

He sat up and glanced around before standing. He walked to the edge of the meadow and stared into a forest of starlight. "Yeah, this is defiantly StarClan..."

"Indeed it is, my kit," a voice chuckled.

Sharpblaze yelped and looked around. "Who's there?!" And don't call me 'kit'...

"Don't be so afraid, young one, there's no need for fear in this realm." Sharpblaze looked up to see a brown furred tom sitting on a tree branch above him. The tom laughed, "Yes, here I am. You look well; though this is the first time I've met you face-to-face." The tom leapt down from the tree and landed lightly next to Sharpblaze.

Sharpblaze took a few steps back. "Um...and you are?"

The tom laughed, "Yes, that's right, I haven't introduced myself yet! My name is Hollowfang. Wildeyes-I mean Wildstar-might have told you about me...has she?"

Sharpblaze gasped, "Y-you're...you're Wildeyes' dead mate, Hollowfang!"

Hollowfang grinned, "Aye!"

Sharpblaze tilted his head to one side. "You're a little weirder than I thought you'd be."

Hollowfang laughed, "Isn't everyone? By the way, how is Wildstar? I can't visit her in a dream, so I haven't been able to contact her."

Sharpblaze sighed, "Well, considering I just died, she's probably in pretty bad shape. I hope she's not too upset...even though I just died...wow, that sounds weird."

"It does," Hollowfang smiled. Then his face became serious. "Things are going to be tough for Wildstar now that you're gone. She has to stay strong." He looked up at the sky. "The prophecy is coming together..."

"The prophecy..." breathed Sharpblaze, pieces of the puzzle in his head coming together. "I finally get it...I understand what the prophecy means now!"

"Do you?" Hollowfang asked. "Then again, it's not all that hard to figure out..."

"Yes, I understand it! DeathClan is about to attack aren't they? So DeathClan is the darkness and the claw that sliced at the heart of the Clans was Shambulizi!"

"Yes, you are correct," Hollowfang sighed sadly. His gaze turned hard on Sharpblaze. "Do you want to go back?"

"Go back? What do you mean?"

"I mean: do you want to go back to Wildstar? I can give you another life...another chance. But first, tell me why you wish to return. If you go back you will most likely be killed and suffer a terrible and painful death."

"I don't care about that!" Sharpblaze yelled, finally understanding. "I want to go back! I want to go back because of Dingosong and because of Wildstar and because of this whole stupid war! My friends need me and I can't break Dingosong's heart like this! I want to protect everyone! They mean more than the world to me. I'd give my life for them! You have to send me back!"

"Very good." purred Hollowfang. "You only want to go back because of others and because of what might happen to them. You have the makings of a true warrior." Hollowfang walked closer to Sharpblaze. "When you go back, tell Wildstar not to grieve for me and that I am always watching over her."

"I will," said Sharpblaze, a smile on his face.

"If you die again," added Hollowfang, "there will be nothing I can do to help you. Don't forget that."

"I won't," promised Sharpblaze. He paused, "Wait! Is it really within your power to bring me back from the dead? I thought that was impossible."

Hollowfang smiled. "You have the heart of a true warrior and StarClan has passed you as worthy of a second life, just as we pass leaders as worthy of nine lives. Live, Sharpblaze and remember this: nothing in this world is impossible unless you believe it is..."

Before Sharpblaze could reply, Hollowfang tipped his head back, opened his jaws and yelled into the sky, "With the powers granted to me by StarClan, I beg my fellow ancestors to band their powers together and grant this young warrior one more chance at life! He has proven himself worthy of such an honor, so I beg you to set him free from the chains of death and let him live once more!" He slammed his nose into Sharpblaze's and a bolt of cool, electric light shot through Sharpblaze from head to tail.

Sharpblaze was blown back and the StarClan hunting grounds disappeared. The next thing he heard was the sound of a cat crying...Wildstar.

I swear this kind of thing is one time. I don't like to stretch the boundaries. So no more revivals from starclan. Things dead should stay dead, right?

Stuff after this will get very strange probably. Maybe.

And this the last chapter before bed.