He had watched as WindClan continued on without him. Watched as Twilightstar rained vengeance down upon RiverClan with the aid of ShadowClan and ThunderClan. Watched as she let his murderer go free, and approved of the decision. And know he watches as she appoints Crowtooth as his replacement.
Fallownose is glad to see WindClan is fairing well in his absence. Twilightstar is surviving despite his loss, and the loss of Wolffang and Bravebird. He hasn't had the chance to speak to them, the shimmering planes of StarClan vast as the sky itself. Still, he knows they are here and hopes they are happy and finding peace.
Despite the way Twilightstar remains steadfast, Fallownose knows she is not at peace. He feels guilt over it, but shoves it to the side. He has come to terms with his own death, and it is time she does as well. If not for herself, then for WindClan.
His long moon cycles of practice has paid dividends. Fallownose reaches with his will, staring at the sleeping form of Twilightstar from the star-speckled puddle and
dives. It takes a moment for him to fully integrate with her dream, but when he does he stares at her and smiles, the only sign of death being his slightly transparent for and the stars glimmering on his pelt.
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Moonraven
il ballo della vita
