Here is the last chapter. Narrated by Clockpaw.
Chapter 20
Faithpaw died that night.
I didn't even know him that well, but it was still really sad. I ran down the grove a couple days after he had died and found his body there. The Clans found out soon after. Panic struck.
I'm an old cat now, and I can tell I'm going to die soon. I'm still not even sure if I'm a she-cat or a tom.
I'm in the WaterClan camp right now. I haven't seen kits since I was one myself. There's only three other cats in my whole Clan. AirClan and FireClan have nobody, no cats at all. MidnightClan has three.
We've died out. Cats still go and wail on Faithpaw's forlorn grave. I can't believe this is the world I had to grow up in.
But it's nothing compared to the world Faithpaw lived his short, horrible life in. He never got to relax. Sometimes I wonder if his death was a good thing. Maybe it was a good thing that he stumbled into the sickness-riddled tree in AirClan that one fatal day.
Was he a prince, or was he a slave?
Maybe he's happy now. Maybe he's up there with Siftpaw. Maybe, now that they're dead, they can have the future together they always wanted, but were denied.
My goal is to be the last one standing. I want to watch everyone die out before I fall, watch them die one by one like stars disappearing at dawn.
The End
Angst, much? Yeah, Faithpaw never saved the Clans. Neither did Clockpaw, or Siftpaw, or anyone. They all died out and so did Faithpaw. Wow, what a depressing fic. Please review, Gdogs.
Oh, and this also may be the last fic I publish in the Warriors section here on Fanfiction, but you never know.