Aw, man... This is my least favorite chapter to write... I hope you enjoy, though, and I'm glad I wrote the next chapters first because my keyboard is going to be all wet... XDD And, just in case you don't catch it /somehow/ during the story, this is from Feathertail's point of view...for the first and last time. Please enjoy...

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse

I leapt onto the rock that hung on the roof of the cave and felt it fall under my weight. I released a blood-curdling wail as I plummeted to the ground. Sharptooth looked up at me, but only in time to meet death.

I lay there, pain pulsating though my body.

I could hear the shudders of Sharptooth's body, the last breath he took, Stormfur racing towards me, and Crowpaw stepping up behind him.

"Feathertail?" Stormfur whispered.

"Feathertail?" Crowpaw meowed in a desperate voice. "Feathertail, are you okay?"

But I couldn't move. I couldn't lift my head to tell them the things I knew I had to before I died...

"She'll be fine. She's got to be. She...she's got a prophecy to fulfill."

Crowpaw pressed his nose to my fur and began to lick it gently. "Wake up, Feathertail," he whispered. "Please wake up."

I couldn't... Oh, Crowpaw...

A familiar scent, faint but clear somehow, filled my nostrils. Silverstream.

"Oh, Feathertail!"

Crowpaw gasped as I opened my eyes just a crack. "You'll have to go home without me, brother," I meowed to Stormfur as I fixed my eyes on him. "Save the Clan!"

My eyes then focused on Crowpaw, and in them I hope he saw a lifetime of love for him. "Think you have nine lives, do you?" I whispered. "I saved you once...Don't make me save you again."

"Feathertail...Featertail, no!" he choked out. "Don't leave me..."

"I won't." My voice was scarcely audible, and I knew that I couldn't stay for much longer. "I'll always be with you, I promise."

I closed my eyes slowly and heard Crowpaw's grief-ridden wail right before I could look down on my body.

There it was, stained on one flank with Crowpaw's blood. I had been the cat in the prophecy. I had released them from Sharptooth once and for all.

Then a silver she-cat whose fur shone like a star padded up to me. "My dearest Feathertail," she meowed, voice filled with love.

"Mother," I gasped. "Silverstream..."

She smiled and nodded. "Feathertail, it's time for you to come home now."

I looked back down to the cave and gave a pained look to Crowpaw, even though he couldn't see me. "Must I?"

"Yes, Feathertail. But know this: he will meet you in StarClan. There is not a single thing that will block your love for him as there was for Graystripe and me."

I smiled with comfort. The thought of seeing him again consoled me and I turned back to Silverstream, determination burning in my eyes. "I am ready, my mother."