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Epilogue(Lots and lots of moons later)

The sun was barely over the horizon when Jayfeather awoke from the same nightmare. Roars in the hollow. Claws scraping against stone. A sickening thud, and a horrible wail of anguish… he shook his head, trying to clear the memories from his head, but he could still see the blood-soaked fur of Yakone, the white bear who had died to save them. He decided to take a walk in the forest. Maybe that would drive the depressing thoughts away. "Dewpelt! Get up now! Our marigold stock is running low again."

The younger cat groaned and turned to look blearily up at him. "Aw, come on, Jayfeather. Why do we always have to gather marigold when the rest of the camp is asleep?"

"Because." Said Jayfeather shortly.

Dewpelt yawned and got on his paws. "Let's get on with it."

They padded across the clearing, nodding to Firelight, Robinwing, and Ashclaw, who had been made warriors the previous day. Suddenly, Dewpelt let out a yelp. "Fallkit, don't! By the rate you've been doing, my tail will be hairless by green-leaf!"

The black she-kit crept guiltily out of a nearby bush. "Sorry, Dewpelt."

Jayfeather snorted. "If I catch you doing that to mine, I'll tell Blossomfall before you can say 'mouse'."

Fallkit nodded, pretending to be serious, but it was clear she thought it was funny.

Jayfeather sighed. "Go back to the nursery. Come on, Dewpelt."

"Alright, Jayfeather." The medicine cat tore his eyes away from the disappearing black tail and headed out of the forest.

Jayfeather walked toward the familiar patch of marigold. After that disastrous episode with the fox dung, he had decided to build a wall of brambles around it. So far, it had worked, but it also meant he had to climb a tree to get to it every time he needed a bit.

Dewpelt purred. "I remember when I first crept out of camp."

Jayfeather nodded. "You got a thorn in your paw, I think."

"And I tried to prove how good I was by sneaking out and getting here." Dewpelt's eyes lit up. "And you said yes, even though I was annoying and loud."

Jayfeather snorted. "Don't get so full of yourself. You still are."

Dewpelt shoved him teasingly and began to break some delicate stems with his teeth. Jayfeather crouched beside him and worked swiftly. With two of them working, they had a huge pile in a matter of minutes.

"I think that's enough. Could you carry that back yourself? I need to see something. " Gathering had driven the nightmares from his mind temporarily, but it all came rushing back now.

Dewpelt nodded, concern in his eyes as he picked up the pile and leaped onto the low branch of a nearby tree. Jayfeather followed him and padded out into the forest. He headed toward a small clearing of undergrowth. It was nothing, really, just a lump of dirt in the middle and yellow flowers growing around, but it was what was under it that really mattered. He picked up a folded oak leaf and carefully pried it apart. In it were three tufts of fur: white, black, and brown.

"Oh, Starclan." Jayfeather whispered, turning his eyes to the disappearing stars. "Take care of them, wherever they are."

Half-Moon's sweet scent wafted over him. "They are. But we always have"

Is this a stupid ending? Please review!