Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors.
In a few minutes, Starclan had made it back to their own territory. Rainpaw and Flamepaw had been playing tag the whole way back, but Rainpaw had to leave it now, as she wanted to ask Froststar a question. Padding up to the old leader, she mewed, "So… how did… you know how… where… to find me—I mean, us?"
"Well, we knew where you were, when you weren't back for a while… you figure it out," she replied. "But you look as if a greater question is lingering on the tip of your tongue, young apprentice. What is it?"
"Um…" Rainpaw began. "When you saved us… Flamepaw and I were attacked by some Demonclan warriors. Somehow… we… killed them… but if they're already dead, then how can they die? I don't get it."
Froststar dropped her gaze to the ground and sighed. "That's just it—they don't die. They perhaps get knocked out for anywhere between a sun and a quarter moon, depending on how fatal it would be for an Earth cat… which can be a problem. If we ever must fight, we would have to make it as short as possible, or else the war would never end. Do you get it?"
Rainpaw nodded. "But… what if I was killed when I was up here? I don't mean if my body was killed, but if…"
Froststar returned her gentle gaze to Rainpaw. "I don't know. Either your body would die and you would just stay here, unconscious, or you would return to your body, or you would just get blacked out. The real point is, no cat can ever truly die."
Rainpaw smiled. Then she furrowed her brow as she remembered her clan and growled, "What time is it on Earth?"
"Right! Time for you to return, and Flamepaw, too. Go find him and get back. It's almost dawn…"
"Okay. Thank you, Froststar." They touched noses, Rainpaw ran off. "Bye!" she called back.
"Goodbye!" …my Granddaughter, she thought.
Yeah, I know, it's short. But hey, the story's ending... what am I supposed to write about? About one or two more chapters, then... BOOK TWO!