Epilogue

"Bluepaw?"

Bluepaw looked up at the familiar voice. "Tigerpaw," She said. "You were Death Trap's kit?"

"Still am." Tigerpaw admitted. "And you helped her."

Bluepaw's unnaturally red eyes flashed angrily. "I wouldn't have helped her if I'd known she was Death Trap. Something you could have helped me with."

"I was on her side for most of this." Tigerpaw reminded her. "Besides, Fallenstar didn't know she was Death Trap the first time he met her, and Dragonflame used to help her too. You could've backed out anytime you wanted to."

There was a long pause where Bluepaw glared at him, and for that time it looked like she was going to kill him. Then she closed her eyes and took a breath. She nodded. "Okay, so we both screwed up. That's why we're both here I assume."

Tigerpaw looked away. "I'm here," He told her, "Because I might screw up again."

Bluepaw walked over to him. "Not, anymore." She argued firmly, dangerously. Her temper was still there, just below the surface. She smiled. "Now let's go hunt."