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Something's not right... Willowstar thought, sensing someone coming...She gasped as she spotted the body of her mate, his soul coming to see her... "Waspflight..." it's time to start defying gravity, my love 20:26, June 13, 2016 (UTC)
Silverstorm was waiting, waiting for something she new would happen soon. -Attack cat
Waspflight blinked open his eyes slowly. What was wrong with him...? He was suddenly feeling stronger, and much younger, as if that dog had suddenly given him strength. He blinked up, seeing his mate, and he gave her a confused look. "Willowstar...? What's going on, where am I?"---- Kitetail was off mourning like he always did, for he would never see his mate again. How he wished she hadn't gotten herself reincarnated.Stormstar 16:21, June 15, 2016 (UTC)
"W-Waspflight...they're fighting for you, even though you're here..." The gray and white leader merely stared down at her Clan, watching the intruder. Her brown eyes traveled over her mate's body, sighing. Stormwillow, having spotted her eldest sibling's mate, shuffled her paws nervously. After all I did, I made it here, and I still have my friends and family. She shook off the grudge in her throat and approached her sister. "Greetings." it's time to start defying gravity, my love 19:11, June 15, 2016 (UTC)
The silver tom once again gave his mate a look of confusion. "What do you mean...?" He trailed off, putting his head on an incline before drifting into a long silence. He followed her gaze, and his eyes immediately dulled with sadness. He was dead.Stormstar 19:18, June 15, 2016 (UTC)
The leader sighed and her silver tabby sister flicked her tail against the starry ground. "I, uh, haven't been able to introduce myself," the tabby muttered, her ears angling backward for a moment. "The name's Stormwillow." it's time to start defying gravity, my love 19:26, June 15, 2016 (UTC)
For a moment, Ashfeather had thought he'd be able to reach Falconheart. She'd put so much effort in finding him that she'd fainted - oh, Falconheart. There had to be something happening... why couldn't she see him? Why couldn't he reach her? "Ashfeather." It was his mother's voice... Stormwillow's voice. "She's breaking from you." He gently pressed against her side. "That means something. It means she's dying."
"What?!" He stared at her for a moment. "But - but why?! She shouldn't die! She - she still has things to do - things to live for -"
"She does." Stormwillow nearly smiled. "But she's getting older. And she doesn't have the energy that she did when she was younger." Her eyes clouded. "I'm going to be sad to see her go. She saved my life, and there were so many things she did that made her life great. As for you..." Her gaze flicked, and she chuckled. "You've done so much for your sister. Don't you think it's time to live your own life? Continue her legacy? Craft your own?"
She leaned over and whispered what would happen when his sister died. "You'll be separated. And then you'll be gone, reborn as a kit... a kit of her kin. It could be anyone of her grandkits, or even her nieces or nephews."
It couldn't be long from now... the war's battles would be held soon enough.
Well, forget the battles. Falconheart had already gotten injured enough. She was going to die, and poor Ashfeather was terrified of it. "Stormwillow, I don't want to let her come here and watch me leave."
The siblings' mother pressed against him. "I know you don't. I don't want you to do so. But you need to make a choice, Ashfeather, or you'll never make your decision and be happy with yourself."
The gray tabby tom glanced in the distance, watching his family approach... This is it. I need to make my decision. "Okay. I think I'll do it."
Treekit. The brown tomkit wound himself under Ashfeather's paws. Sparrowfrost, Nightstripe, Swiftfoot, Stormheart, everyone... They're here. She's here. She's... She opened her eyes in front of his. "Ashfeather?!"
"Falconheart." He felt his heart warm, burn, and break all at once. "I'm so, so sorry you couldn't find me." He smiled the best he could without it breaking. "But, Falcon, I need to go. I have a life to live, my own life, my own things to do. I provided you the joy of living your life; it's time for me to do that for myself."
The stars... they were cold against his paws, but warm on his ears. I deserve a chance to live my own life... and it's time. "Ashfeather! Ashfeather! Ashfeather!" He was gone, on his way to being reborn... "Stormwillow, where did he go?"