Snowheart knew it was time. She served her clan for many moons, and she was getting old. She felt the StarClan was caling her, after all the happy mermories of her kithood were blurred for seasons. She could barely remember what her mother's muzzle looked like. She wanted to live longer but she didint wanted to disobey StarClan so she would be gone soon. Her apprietience was with her, in their den. She remeber what Briarsong looked now, her apprietience asked her what's wrong. And then she sawed her.
"L-lightpelt?"- she asked looking at her dead mentor. The cream she-cat smiled at Snowheart.
"Snowheart, it's your time. I'm taking you to StarClan."- Lightpelt replied, with a knowing look. Snowheart could her Briarsong asking who is Lightpelt. But her everything got blurry with every passing moment. Her heartbeat slowed, and her eyes closed.
"No! Snowheart don't leave me! I' m not ready, I'm not ready!"- Brairsong said panicking.
"Snowheart?"- Brairsong asked looking at her mentor sad and she looked for heartbeat. But Snowheart's heart was still.
Finally Snowheart was having her final farewell.