Epilogue
Once, there were clans. The dawn and dusk. The coming and going of day and night.
Once, I was a warrior named Reedheart. Now that my spirit threatens to fade away, and I can no longer hear the voices of my allies... I am alone. But once, my legs could still carry me and my heart still pounded.
Now, the clans are gone. DawnClan and DuskClan have scattered, even though day still comes and night still goes. But sometimes I pretend that time could freeze forever: when my clanmates are chanting for me and I am forever young.
Once, perhaps. But now, new clans have formed. Thunder, wind, river, shadow. DawnClan and DuskClan only exist in our memories now. In our heads, in our minds, in our hearts, maybe.
But our heads and minds and hearts have rotted long ago.
Only spirits remain. Ghosts of what we once were, and one day, they will disappear too. But as long as I still have a consciousness, dawn will always come. I do not know about the future, but for right now, the sun will never cease to rise.
Peace never lasts, but so doesn't the evil in this world. For as long as warrior cats live, they will continue to fight. I do not watch over the new clans. They have their own warrior ancestors, their own path of living. But the name DawnClan is still fresh on the tip of my tongue.
There were clans when I was a kit.
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For my Goldilocks.