(Up top is Firepaw's meeting with Firestar)
This art is not mine, so all credit goes to the creator.

Here's Firepaw for ya:

Love ya my little warriors!
(Btw this chapter is in present tense on purpose, so it's not an accident.)

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Firepaw's POV(oooh)

All I can hear is sobs.

Wails.

Moonpaw . . .

Moonpaw!

"Moonpaw!" My voice . . . this is not my voice. My voice doesn't sound like a breeze ruffling someone's coat, barely there, not even a whisper.

And then I remember.

I remember it all.

The battle!

I open my eyes in shock.

No . . .

No, it's not possible.

It's not true.

It's not real!

Lifeless turquoise eyes stare back at me, the dull fiery pelt waving in the wind. Next to my dead body, is a cat. A beautiful, sorrowful she-cat, who is sobbing into my coat, wails racking her body like waves. Her midnight fur shines with blood, and I shudder at the thought of her in a battle. Her white paws grip at my fur, claws extended, and I wince, but no pain comes.

And I realize.

A pain rips at my heart, like the claws of one of my ancestors are shredding the fragile turmoil of emotions inside it.

I am dead.

That is why I feel nothing except the pain.

But it's a pain I have felt only once before.

This pain. I remember it. It is the pain that I felt when . . . my mother and brother died at the paws of a former RiverClan warrior.

I am dead.

The words echo inside my head, like a thousand StarClan warriors are whispering them into my ears.

I am dead.

I am dead.

"NO!" I scream, but the chorus of voices only gets louder, and I am slowly engulfed by them.

The last thing I see are those lifeless turquoise eyes.