This is the end of the Past, the end of Bluestar, in a sense. Please enjoy and review.

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Epilogue

"Fire alone can save our Clan."

"Fire? But fire is feared by all the Clans! How can it save us?"

"I don't know. But this is the message StarClan has chosen to share with me."

"You have never been wrong before, Spottedleaf. If StarClan has spoken, then it must be so."

Bluestar's turned this conversation over and over in her mind as she lay in her den, waiting for sleep. What does it mean?

Many moons passed from that night. ThunderClan was going through some bad times. Some were losing faith in StarClan while others just thought they favored another clan. Problems with the others clans arose too. They were accused of stealing when it their prey that was stolen.

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The young tom before her was lit aflame in the beam of sunlight. he had an orange pelt that Bluestar had only seen a few times before in the forest. He seemed to just glow even though fresh scratches laced his form. He was a mere kittypet but, before StarClan, he was named a member of ThunderClan. Firepaw. He proved himself a worthy and powerful opponent in battle by taking up Longtail's challenge.

Bluestar knew this light on the fiery pelt was reflected in her eyes but it was not that alone. Her blue eyes glittered with knowing. The leader began to think.

Fire... The Fire that will save our Clan?

And so, as Bluestar lay dying on the river bank she lightheartedly berated herself for not realizing it from that start. Fireheart stood over her, distress clear on his face while her only two kits stood at her side. They finally forgave her and shared tongues with her. She heard that Tigerstar was close and that Fireheart's best friend was fending him off.

All too suddenly, Bluestar could not speak just after a translucent form appeared beyond Fireheart's shoulder. It was Oakheart. Bluestar struggled and managed to bring her voice up to explain it to Fireheart. Sunlight filtered down through shredded clouds and suddenly the tom was a living flame again. Her deputy tried to protest and it was clear he struggling against tears.

Bluestar ended her life with, "You will be Firestar, the light of ThunderClan."

Fireheart had tried to protest again but Bluestar couldn't see anything and only just caught his words. Not without you. Then as Bluestar stepped away on the wind beside her mate, she realized this was true. Bluestar would forever walk with her clan in StarClan, warning them, guiding them, fighting pawstep for pawstep at their side. It was true. Firestar would be leader and Bluestar would always be there just as Firestar would always be there for the leader that succeeded him.

Fireheart stood, the world whirling before him and his limbs aching from the vicious fight against the river's current and from crouching in one position beside the she-cat for so long, plus the long sprint in front of a massive dog that wanted his blood. He turned to see Tigerstar who took a step back in fear then fled with only the smallest sense of victory that Bluestar was dead but the rest of his plan failed. Fireheart was greeted by Graystripe and felt a wave shock that Graystripe spoke to him as an underling of a leader and not as his greatest friend.

And so began the leadership of a fiery colored cat.

The End

there, all done. should i write another cat's life, say Whitestorm? Any suggestions?