Blackwhisker's POV
I looked at the members of ThunderClan.
Each seemed more friendly than the next.
It seemed that even though Daisy wasn't popular that Spiderleg was.
And that Roseheart had many friends as well.
I looked at her. Her eyes were aglow with happiness.
"Why are you so happy?" I asked.
She gave a secretive smile.
It lit up my life.
I had a feeling that StarClan blessed me.
"So, are you staying?" She asked.
I wondered what to say.
Was I a loyal RiverClan cat? I thought I was.
But I did have ThunderClan origins.
And the Clan like me.
"Yes, I'll stay."
Then her face gleamed. It was beautiful, happy and memorising.
FireStar talked to us.
"We have decided to change your name." Firestar said to her.
"Why?" My love asked.
"Roseheart is the name of the soft and weak hearted. For someone that's vain and destined to only be a queen. But you have shown courage, bravery and amazing strength. You are an essential part of the Clan. Without you we fall apart. Like a petal. You are a true Warrior."
Then he announced her new warrior name.
Rosepetal.
It was still beautiful but it had more meaning.
I saw that there was only one grim face.
And that was mine.
After the ceremony, she purred.
"Let's go somewhere. Alone."
I knew what was coming next but she was certain.
I was certain she was wrong.
But in the end it was fine.
It seemed that only one person felt even a bit sad.
That was my father.
"I can't believe she's gone." He whispered.
I was amazed at him.
"She's gone to StarClan."
Jayfeather sighed.
"Has she? I'm not going with her."
I looked at him. " Rosepetal solved the riddle."
His blind eyes turned wide.
"It's Dovepaw. Obviously."
He sighed again. "How can there be a fourth apprentice with Lionblaze and Hollyleaf dead?"
A sweet voice answered. "They were apprentices. And they still are. Dovepaw is simply the fourth."
Jayfeather looked calmer and went back to his herbs.
"Thank you." I whispered.
"It's fine but remember, always believe in love."
Then she twinkled to have blue eyes and a grey coat.
Bluestar, Cinderpelt, my mother, my sister, Feathertail and a cat I've heard to be called Silverstream, as smiled at me.
I realised that each of these cats had loved. Some of them, forbiddenly, but it didn't matter. Love had made them what they were and what they were remembered as.
Cutesy wutesy ending, huh?
The Victorious Elf xxxxxxxxxxx