Goldstream looked around the crowd as the scarclan, founding out their leader was dead, fled. Then he noticed a dark gray bundle of fur lying in the middle of the now abandoned camp. he rushed over, pleading to starclan he wasn't dead.
Wolfstar breathed slowly as he looked up into goldstream's eyes.
"Don't worry, it is my time."
Goldstream shook his head. "No, no it isn't wolfstar."
The dark gray tom lifted his elongated muzzle and pressed it to goldstream's forehead. "Let me tell you what I wished I've known, when I was young and dreamed of glory, you have no control, who lives, who dies, who tells your story."
Then his golden eyes glazed over, and the hillclan leader laid his head down, one last time.
Goldstream's eyes began to water.
A yowl of pain cried out. Apricotfur, Applepool, Smokeheart, Slatefur, Lionfur, Ebonyheart, and Wingflight dashed over to the former leader's body.
Tornheart padded over to goldstream's side and pressed his muzzle to Wolfstar's body. Then turned to goldstream.
"I'm afraid it is time to get back to camp now, Goldstar."
All the other clan cats paid their respects to wolfstar. Then they left the alley.