Darkwhisper made her way through StarClan's hunting grounds, her paled starry pelt a little transparent.
Her eyes were fixed on the distance, where Smokewhisker and Shinepaw were talking.
Darkwhisper despised of the dark tom, after his choice of mate, but she reached them and talked away. -
Smokewhisker rolled his eyes at Darkwhisper. "Don't you have better things to do than to annoy me and
Shinepaw? Trust me, I respect your opinion of me, but still!" He gave a sidelong wink in Shinepaw's direction and the apprentice's face turned a little red in embarrassment.
Speckleflame padded among the drooping fronds of ferns through the bright and warm forest. Everything was comfortable and nice. He was always warm and full-fed. He padded over to a pool that glittered at his paws and sat down like a loaf and gazed into the swirling images in the water. Multiple cats flashed through the clear depths, young ones training with mentors, others hunting, sleeping, all from different Clans. Speckleflame willed SunClan's barren territory to appear. He scanned his the camp, glad to see they were all right, but stopped at the nursery. The image of a misty gray she-cat with brown paws appeared in the bubbles, with her were two kits. The queen looked almost broken. He let out a sigh and breathed onto the pool, his breath rippling the surface. "I'll always be with you, Mistflight." He'd give up being comfortable and healthy if he had the chance to be alive again. I'd be hungry all the time, I'd always be cold, and I'd always be getting myself hurt if it meant being with them, he thought, grief tightening his throat at the sight of the family he left too soon. —PatchfeatherFrom the pinnacle to the pit 22:13, February 6, 2018 (UTC)