A/N: Aw, the last chapter. I'm really going to miss this story once I'm done. At least...Until the sequel! Muahaha! Okay, but really, I will miss this story. I really hope you guys liked it!

Nightstar's first reaction was happiness; BloodClan and the Dark Forest warriors were gone! But then he saw a limp figure among the starry and real cats of his Clan, lying motionless in the center of the clearing. His gray pelt was striped.

It was Silverfrost.

He was still, save for the faint in and out of his breaths, and his flank and belly were raked with cuts and scratches too deep to be from any normal cat's claws; Nightstar knew that he had taken on BloodClan cats, and multiple ones at that.

Nightstar yowled in dismay and rushed forward to Silverfrost. He seemed to be unconscious.

"Duskwind!" he called, hoping that the medicine cat would be able to have something for the old elder that lay dying in the clearing.

Duskwind slowly padded to Silverfrost, and Nightstar was vaguely aware that the rest of the cats were around him, their heads bowed in sorrow. Duskwind hung her head as well and spoke the words that Nightstar had feared:

"There's nothing I can do for him, Nightstar."

Nightstar shook his head and looked in dismay at the cat whose breathing was so faint now that it was barely noticeable. And as the seconds ticked past, it finally stopped.

Silverfrost was gone.

Nightstar buried his head in the old cat's fur, breathing in the scent that had guided him through making LightClan and shown support through the days against BloodClan. The cat that had guided these warriors beside him, and the one that had never truly lost faith.

"Do not fret, Nightstar."

Nightstar looked up, suddenly aware that the rest of the LightClan cats were staring at something behind him. He slowly looked around and gasped.

Silverfrost was standing in the midst of the clearing, his gray muzzle now dark and his body lean and young. His pelt shimmered and shone with the light of the stars that were beside him and above. He padded towards Nightstar, finally stopping when they were face to face.

"You have led these cats through this hard time. You've created a strong Clan out of them. You've led them to their victory over BloodClan, and have destroyed the Dark Forest's."

Nightstar looked at him in confusion. "The only cat I killed was Fang."

Silverfrost smiled and tapped him lightly on the shoulder with the tip of his gray tail. "And in doing so, you destroyed the cats of the Dark Forest. They came out with a link to Fang - when you killed him, you severed that link, and they disappeared. Vanished. They're not here, nor the Dark Forest, and certainly not StarClan. They are merely gone."

Nightstar grasped the meaning of this and looked around the small little clearing - the camp - and felt the hope swell in his chest and burst, becoming sheer joy. He glanced at Dovewing, seeing the same joy reflected in her eyes - and in every other cat in the clearing.

Slowly, the StarClan cats began to ascend once more, in a straight line, directly up to the moon again until all they seemed to be was a sparkling moonbeam. Silverfrost looked at Nightfrost once more.

"We will never forget you."

And then he, too, ascended up into the sky until the moonbeam retreated and the moon and stars were shining down on them. And as Nightstar looked around the clearing once more, he saw the trustful and caring faces of the Clan.

His Clan.

LightClan.