A/N: The final chapter. Enjoy.

Reality flashed over Tinycloud like an enormous wave, and she backed away from Sharpstar, fear and hatred seeping through her fur. Sharpstar couldn't be Thorntail's father! But she remembered that Sharpstar was a strong, agile cat before he joined SkyClan, and Thorntail was a recent warrior. Maybe Sharpstar had left the Ground Rogues to become a loner, and then Thorntail joined.

But did Thorntail know that Sharpstar, the blood-thirsty leader that he was, was his father? In fact, Tinycloud wasn't entirely sure, but she had her beliefs.

"Tinycloud!"

Tinycloud was plunged back into the present reality as Leafstar yowled her name. She turned to see the tabby she-cat being hassled by Sharpstar, and quickly jumped to her aide. How am I going to kill Sharpstar now that I know he's Thorntail's father?

But her response came soon enough when Thorntail, yowling his battle cry, leaped out from behind a throng of battling cats and sprang at Sharpstar. Either the young tabby warrior wasn't aware of his kinship with Sharpstar, or he didn't respect him any longer.

"Thorntail!" Sharpstar screeched, leaping away from Leafstar and dodging Thorntail's attack. "We meet again."

Thorntail hissed defiantly and scratched at Sharpstar's ears. "You are a disgrace to the warrior code!"

Then what does that make you? Tinycloud thought with horror.

Sharpstar seemed puzzled. "You really don't know, do you?"

Thorntail hesitated and glared at his father. "Know what?"

Tinycloud breathed a sigh of relief that Thorntail didn't know that Sharpstar was his father. That could've been nasty in greetings. Oh, yeah, Thorntail? I killed your father. I hope you don't mind.

Sharpstar chuckled darkly. "You don't know!" he exclaimed. "Thorntail, my son—"

"No!" Tinycloud screamed, ramming herself into Sharpstar's side. And with one quick motion, she lunged her white head forward blindly and fastened her jaws hard around some body part until her teeth met.

She opened her eyes to see that she had bitten Sharpstar's throat.

With one spasmodic lurch, Sharpstar opened his mouth in a silent scream of pain. Tinycloud let go quickly, swiping her tongue over her jaws to rid her mouth of the disgusting taste of blood.

She couldn't look at Thorntail. She didn't want to see his reaction to her violence, or Sharpstar's claim. But even if she wanted to, she couldn't take her eyes off of the massive ginger GroundClan leader. He was twitching his body on the floor of the gorge, and was clearly losing a life.

Okay,, Tinycloud thought, panting heavily. One life down, eight more to go.

But Tinycloud's confidence faded into puzzlement and surprise as Sharpstar lay limp on the gorge floor, his throat seeping with blood. Suddenly, his now beady yellow eyes jolted open, and he gazed around the gorge helplessly. He was losing yet another life.

What? Tinycloud thought, glancing at the sky. I thought StarClan healed the wound the killed a leader… But maybe Sharpstar was never meant to lead a Clan.

Tinycloud finally looked at Thorntail and instantly winced in guilt. The brown tabby deputy was gazing incredulously at his father's twitching body, hurt and disbelief shining in his golden eyes.

"Thorntail—" she began, but the deputy shook his head and pelted away, muttering something under his breath.

Tinycloud dismissed Thorntail and decided to talk to him later. She looked back at Sharpstar, who was still lurching, losing all nine of his lives.

"Sharpstar!" Nightclaw yowled from somewhere behind Tinycloud. But she didn't care what the fiery black she-cat did now. She had done it. She had killed Sharpstar! And to her utter disbelief and horror, it was easier than she had expected.

Something slammed into her side, and Tinycloud felt claws snag at her white fur, drawing blood. She hurled around to see Nightclaw kneading at her belly, and she screeched out in pain. Quickly forgetting about Sharpstar, she clawed at Nightclaw's ears and bit down fiercely on her tail. But she had expected the notions to drive Nightclaw away, and yet the black she-cat turned away, but remained inside the gorge.

"Don't think I'm finished with you," she snarled before bounding away.

Tinycloud turned back to Sharpstar, who was probably on his last life by now. As he lost his eighth life, his yellow eyes opened and gazed at Tinycloud, pain glazing them dully.

"Tiny…cloud…" he muttered.

Tinycloud decided that it was already terrible enough to be losing all nine of his lives, and she leaned closer mistakenly. Instantly, Sharpstar shot out his front paw and snagged his prickly claws onto Tinycloud's throat. She yowled out in pain, only to see blackness come over her before falling unconscious once more.

Consciousness swooned over Tinycloud as she peeked open her eyes. Her head throbbed in pain as she remembered the night before—the night before!

Too quickly, she sat upright, causing her head to grow light. When the sensation ebbed, she gazed around the gorge. The sun was high in the air, and the clearing was full of drowsy, injured cats. Most of them were SkyClan, since they had simply fallen asleep right after GroundClan and StreamClan had left, but some StreamClan cats were still there, either chatting sorrowfully to other cats, or lying down, wounded from the fight.

Tinycloud saw Echosong busily picking her way around the gorge clearing, sniffing at cats' wounds and tending to the worse injuries. Tinycloud tried to get to her paws, but failed in the effort.

"Oh, no you don't," Echosong mumbled through a mouthful of herbs as she trotted up to the white warrior. "You've been wounded badly. Sharpstar did a good deal of damage to you before he went."

"Is he dead?" Tinycloud couldn't help asking.

Echosong looked at her, her eyes gleaming with pride and hope. "Yes, Tinycloud. You have succeeded your prophecy, and StarClan and I are very proud of you."

Tinycloud felt hope and joy blossom in the bottom of her heart. Sharpstar was dead, and that meant that GroundClan—and not just GroundClan, all of the Clans—could live peacefully, or at least, as peacefully as normal Clans were to each other.

But that feeling quickly evaporated as Thorntail trekked into the clearing, his tail drooping and his jaws full of fresh-kill.

"Thorntail!" Echosong exclaimed, disappointment shining in her eyes. "I told you to stay in the camp! You're too exhausted to be hunting."

Thorntail ignored the medicine cat's order and continued to stalk over to the fresh-kill pile.

Determined and angry, Echosong dashed over to him and stepped in front of him. "As you're medicine cat, I am telling you. Put that fresh-kill down and then sleep. You need it more than any other cat in this clearing."

"Echosong, do you have any herbs for a tired mind? A tired soul?" Thorntail asked suddenly.

The silver medicine cat looked taken aback, and shook her head. "No, I don't."

"Then do us a favour and leave me alone," Thorntail hissed before stalking off toward the fallen tree once more.

Tinycloud shook her head. "Maybe I can get through to him," she mumbled, trying to get to her paws once more.

"No," Echosong interrupted, shoving Tinycloud back down. "He'll come to his senses. He didn't even know that Sharpstar was his father. That's good enough for him."

Apparently Tinycloud wasn't the only cat who had guessed the similarities between the two powerful toms. Suddenly, a thought came to her. "Is Ivoryclaw okay? How about Featherkit and Ivoryclaw's kit?"

Echosong chuckled lightly. "They're okay. No harm done."

Tinycloud nodded, relieved. "Has Ivoryclaw thought of a name for their kit?"

Pride beamed in Echosong's eyes as she replied. "Yes. She has named him Pinekit in honour of Clovertail and her lost kit."

Tinycloud nodded, warmth of Ivoryclaw's wonderful deed soothing her tired limbs and heart. She had forgiven Ivoryclaw, and apparently Thorntail had too.

Echosong suddenly sighed beside her. "It's almost as if the whole of SkyClan got a second chance."

Tinycloud nodded, feeling her eyes brim as she gazed around the camp. Many SkyClan cats were beginning to wake up and wander around the camp, heeding to each other's wounds and talking light-heartedly. Sharpstar was dead, and the whole gorge seemed to overflow with newleaf's life. The birdsong that played around the gorge filled Tinycloud's ears as happiness overtook her.

The prophecy had been fulfilled, and it was time for SkyClan to take that second chance.

A/N: AAAAAAH! THE END. Is it okay? Do you like it? I figured out a way to twine the title of the story with the plot so it didn't sound as retarded. Okay, well, reviews! It's the end! I mean, I might throw in an epilogue, but this is still the end.

-Helena