Well. *bursts into tears* this is IT, the last chapter/epilogue of Echoes of a Whisper. Wow, I can't believe I did it…I wrote a story that got 200 reviews! Anyway, this won't be the end for long because A SYMPHONY OF SECRETS will be posted very soon, like tonight or tomorrow. :3

I just wanted to thank every single one of you, even if you didn't review, for reading and staying with this story. I know Echowing and the gang will stay in your hearts for a long time, just as they will in mine. ^-^ This story has made my writing grow better and has given it more depth than it used to have. And I have to thank you guys for continuing to support me even during that long month when I didn't write anything. You, every single one of you, are the reasons that I have inspiration and continue to write on Fanfiction. Now…onto the very last comments. (AND YOU ALL GET CINDERPAW PLUSHIES FOR BEING SUCH A GREAT SOURCE OF INSPIRATION!)

Ashclaw10: You're very welcome, you deserve it! *throws you Cinderpaw plushie* thank you for reading this story and sticking with it! ^-^

Butterfly that flies at dawn: *hands you Cinderpaw plushie* there, there my friend…there, there.

BF5DBlover: I read it and keep writing cause it was good. :3 Here's a Cinderpaw for your reviews! *throws the fluffy plushie*

Rainy1212: NAAAH! DON'T CRY AGAIN! *hands you tissue and Cinderpaw plushie* I hope my next story doesn't make you cry so much…O.O lol thank you for reviewing and sticking with this story!

Mistyflower68: I know, RowanXEcho is my new favorite pairing. ^0^ You, my friend, deserve many, many plushies because Roses in the Dark is what inspired me to write in the first place. THANK YOU SO MUCH! *gives you Cinderpaw plushie*

Silent steps in Silver Snow: Don't worry, if he rejects Echowing, I'LL beat him to death with a rusty spoon XD And update your story please! *throws you Cinderpaw plushie far away and quickly hides Rowanstrike under my bed just in case you want to suddenly kill him*

Spottedfire7: I know! *sobs with you and hands you a fluffy Cinderpaw*

Quadethepeanutbutter: D'aww, just for that, you get TWO Cinderpaw plushies! *throws them to you* thank you for continuing to support me, It really truly means a lot.

CheyRaye: Actually…I guess this could be considered a last chapter and an epilogue at the same time…O.O huh. Well, here's a little Cinderpaw for your troubles *throws you one*

Sunshadow –and-Leaffang: Thank you so, so much for taking the time to leave such a great review! *gently hands you Cinderpaw plushie* ^0^

Iceflower of ThunderClan: Wow, you're the second person who has said that! THANK YOOOOOOOU! *gives you Cinderpaw plushie*

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Ok, now that that's all done, I wanted to tell you all (if you haven't already) to go read Mistyflower68's story Tangled In Secrets. She has been my source of inspiration from day one and I know you'll come to love her just as I have. Now. GO LOVE HER! ^-^

*sniffs* ok…here we go *runs away sobbing*

Echowing pushed through the bramble entrance with her jaw stuffed with prey and Cinderpaw prancing by her side. In the few days since he had become her apprentice, she had grown very fond of the gray and golden tom who showed such eagerness that it was almost too much for even her to handle. She padded towards the fresh-kill pile and dumped her load on top of the rest that was already there.

"That was good hunting," she told her apprentice as he dropped his two mice sullenly onto the pile.

"No it wasn't," Cinderpaw meowed. "I only caught two stupid mice and I think I scared away half the forest with my crashing."

Echowing flicked him with her tail. "Hey," she mewed sternly. "You just became an apprentice. You're not going to automatically have a perfect hunting crouch with only three days of training."

Cinderpaw sighed and sat down on his haunches. "It's just frustrating because I know I can do better than that!" he huffed, waving his tail to indicate his prey.

Echowing settled down in front of him and gave her chest fur a few quick licks. "You know, when I was an apprentice I was the last one to even catch anything. It took me days to finally catch one measly mouse while all my other friends had already caught loads of prey."

Her apprentice turned his big blue eyes on her in surprise. "That can't be true! I mean look at all the prey you caught today."

Echowing shook her head. "Keep in mind that I'm also a warrior, meaning that I've had moons and moons of practice. But nobody's perfect at everything Cinderpaw. Maybe hunting isn't where you excel but that doesn't mean you can't try to do the best that you can," she advised, bumping him with her head. He was already almost as big as her even though he was only just out of kithood.

Cinderpaw considered this for a moment and then nodded. "Okay, I see what you're saying, I think."

"Good," she purred. "Now go take some prey to Tinyfeather. With her kits arriving soon she'll need all the strength she can get."

With a quick nod, Cinderpaw grabbed one of his mice and scampered off towards the nursery with his tail waving. Echowing found it funny how he could look so downcast one moment and then be all excited the next. Shaking her head fondly, she left the fresh-kill pile and made her way to the Medicine Cat den to ask about Tinyfeather.

She pushed through the ferns and took a quick glance around, finding that it was empty. She padded towards the very back where she heard muttering and the shifting of what she figured were herbs. When she rounded the slight corner, she spotted Mosspaw just a tail-length away surrounded by various leaves and berries. The light sandy she-cat's dark blue eyes were narrowed in concentration and she was mumbling names of herbs that Echowing knew nothing about.

She cleared her throat to try and get the apprentice's attention but Mosspaw didn't seem to even realize she was there. Rolling her eyes, the small warrior stepped forward and touched her gently on the shoulder with her tail.

Mosspaw jumped to attention and glanced wildly around. "Wha-? Great StarClan, Echowing, you sacred me!" she snapped, her fur ruffled slightly.

Echowing let out a mrrow of laughter at the embarrassed apprentice. "Sorry, I was just looking for Littlewhisker."

"Well you just missed him," Mosspaw sighed, turning back to her herbs. "He went to go gather some yarrow and borage leaves and left me to sort through this whole mess." She motioned to the scattered piles before her.

Echowing's heart sunk a bit. "When will he be back?" she asked.

Mosspaw shrugged and hooked a claw through a leaf. "It all depends if he finds any of the herbs or not, I guess. He could be back shortly or not for a while."

Echowing let out a weary sigh at the she-cat's non-answer. "Okay, thanks Mosspaw," she murmured, turning around and preparing to leave. "When he gets back can you tell him that I wish to talk with him?"

"Sure, I'll let him know," Mosspaw answered distractedly, already refocused on her work.

Just as Echowing was about to walk out of the den, however, a terrified looking Cinderpaw burst through the ferns and skidded to a clumsy halt. "Echowing, Mosspaw!"

Echowing raced to him and Mosspaw poked her head out from behind the rock. "What's the matter?" the creamy she-cat demanded. "Is someone attacking?"

Cinderpaw shook his head, eyes wide in fright. "No, Tinyfeather's kits are coming!"

"Now?" Mosspaw cried. "But Littlewhisker isn't back yet and I-"

"There's no time for that," Echowing snapped. "Cinderpaw, run as fast as you can and go find Littlewhisker. Mosspaw, where is he?"

"The yarrow grows by the lake but the borage is all the way by the WindClan border!" the apprentice told her in despair.

"Cinderpaw, tell another warrior to go search by the WindClan border and you go to the lake. And hurry!" she added as the tom nodded and dashed out of the den. "Mosspaw, come, we have to go help Tinyfeather."

The she-cat hesitated and took a steady breath. "Okay, let's go." They raced out of the den and headed towards the nursery where Echowing could hear small whimpers of pain emitting from it.

"What's going on?" Furzebelly called from the fresh-kill pile.

"Tinyfeather's kits are coming!" she shouted before slipping into the den. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the dim lighting and she followed Mosspaw to the sandy ground where Tinyfeather lay on her side. The silver queen's flanks were heaving and her blue eyes were scared.

"Please…" she gasped, shuddering as another contraction took hold.

"It's alright, Tinyfeather, you're going to be okay," Mosspaw soothed, placing a paw on the huge belly. Echowing was impressed that the apprentice didn't show any signs of her earlier doubt-in fact, she looked calm and focused as she examined Tinyfeather.

A rustle alerted them of another cat and Echowing turned hopefully towards the entrance. But instead of Littlewhisker, it was Jaypath. The blue-gray warrior took one look at what was happening and immediately rushed to her daughter's side. "Echowing, you need to go find a big stick for her to bite down on when the kits come."

Echowing and Mosspaw both just stared at her until the she-cat glared at them. "I had to give birth to kits too, you know. Tinyfeather isn't the first queen to ever be pregnant. Now go, Echowing!"

The creamy warrior nodded once and sprinted out of the den, scanning the area for a stick. She didn't give any thought to her Clanmates that were now mostly huddled and staring at the nursery expectantly. She spotted a large, thick stick near the base of a nearby birch tree and grabbed it in her jaws before turning and hurrying back into the den. She dropped it in front of Tinyfeather and Jaypath nodded in approval.

Tinyfeather let out a groan as a huge contraction took hold of her small body and Mosspaw moved her paw around. "I think your body's trying to push the kits out, Tinyfeather," she meowed with a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Good, then that means she's almost ready," Jaypath stated, looking worriedly at her daughter.

"Get them…out…" the queen panted, paws scrabbling on the ground, eyes wide.

"Okay, it's time. Mosspaw, you'll need to situate yourself to catch the first kit and Echowing you need get the second one once she's caught the first."

Echowing looked at Jaypath curiously. "How are you sure that she'll have more than one?"

"Because her stomach's too big to hold just one," the warrior answered, positioning herself by her daughter's head. "Now Tinyfeather, you need to bite down on this stick when you start pushing, okay?" After Tinyfeather nodded tensely, she continued, "Okay, on the count of three start pushing. One…two…three!"

A splintering crack came from the stick as Tinyfeather bite down hard when she pushed. Echowing saw a tiny wet bundle slide out and an awaiting Mosspaw caught it between her teeth.

"Quick, nip the sack and then lick its fur the wrong way Mosspaw," Jaypath instructed as another bundle came out. Echowing managed to catch it gently in her jaws and nipped the sack. She furiously licked the kit's fur the wrong way and soon it let out a thin squeak. But there was no time to dwell on it because soon there was another for her to catch.

Jaypath eyed Tinyfeather and moved her paw around the queen's flank. "There's one more Tinyfeather. It needs to come out before it dies so push!"

The stick snapped in half as the last kit came and Mosspaw caught it. Four small mews of life rose from the kits as Echowing and the apprentice tenderly placed them in the curve of Tinyfeather's stomach.

"Congratulations, Tinyfeather!" Echowing purred, looking at the small kits. "You have two she-cats and two toms."

Tinyfeather stared in awe at her kits as if she couldn't believe they were actually there. "They're beautiful…" she whispered.

Jaypath let out a weary sigh and slumped against the den wall, her eyes bright as she looked at her daughter and kin. "What are you going to name them?" she questioned softly.

Echowing looked down at the four tiny kits who were kneading their mother's belly with small paws. The largest kit had black fur just like Blackfrost while his brother was a dark gray tabby with a white paw. She examined the she-cats and saw how one was amazingly pale golden and the other was a dappled white and gray one.

"I think the little golden one will be Sunkit," Tinyfeather replied, gently touching the she-cat with her tail. "And her sister can be Dapplekit because of her gray and white splotches."

Echowing glanced at the dark gray tabby and suggested, "The gray tom could be Ashkit."

"That's perfect!" Tinyfeather exclaimed. "Little Ashkit. And then the big black one could be..." She paused for a moment and lifted her gaze up to Echowing with her blue eyes shining. "I think he should be named Pinekit, what do you think Echowing?"

Echowing stared at her friend in surprised gratitude with her throat closing up. "I-I think that would be perfect," she whispered, her voice cracking. She bent down and touched her nose to the kit that lifted his head towards her as if he knew where she was. "Thank you, Tinyfeather." She blinked at her friend with soft glowing green eyes.

"They're really cute," Mosspaw murmured, gazing at the kits.

Jaypath nuzzled her daughter tenderly. "I'm so proud of you Tinyfeather."

"Mosspaw! I'm here, I'm…here…" Littlewhisker suddenly burst into the nursery, his sides heaving up and down as he fought to catch his breath. "Okay, I'm gonna need a stick and Tinyfeather you'll have to…" he trailed off and his eyes widened when he took in the situation in front of him. "Oh."

Echowing's tail curled up in amusement. "It's okay Littlewhisker, everything's fine and Jaypath helped a lot. ThunderClan now has two new she-cats and two toms."

The Medicine Cat turned to his apprentice. "We're you okay, Mosspaw? I really shouldn't have left with Tinyfeather expecting so soon-"

"Littlewhisker, it's perfectly fine," Jaypath interrupted. "Mosspaw was a big help and she stayed very calm throughout the whole thing." She blinked warmly at the sandy she-cat.

Mosspaw ducked her head, embarrassed. "I didn't even really do much," she meowed modestly. "Jaypath did most of the instructing."

Littlewhisker touched her fondly with his tail. "But a big part of being a Medicine Cat is knowing how to keep calm and collected even in the most dire of situations. Good job Mosspaw." He turned to Tinyfeather who looked exhausted. "Now, I'll give you some borage to help with your milk and I want you to get plenty of rest. Giving birth to four kits takes a toll on the body."

The sleepy queen murmured her agreement and looked lovingly at her kits. "Would you like to know their names?" When Littlewhisker nodded she continued, "The golden one is Sunkit, the gray and white one is Dapplekit, the dark gray tabby is Ashkit, and the big black one is Pinekit."

"Pinekit?" the small tom echoed, cocking his head curiously to the side.

"I just thought it fit, you know?" Tinyfeather answered, glancing over at Echowing who was still full of happiness.

"Well, they're very beautiful kits," he replied, then motioned with his tail to the three other she-cats. "We should let her rest now, you three. Go and tell the Clan the good news."

Mosspaw nodded and padded quickly out of the den to where their Clanmates were waiting anxiously. Jaypath gave Tinyfeather's ear one last lick before following the apprentice. Echowing rose to her paws and looked down at her friend who was almost already asleep. "Thank you," she breathed.

"He was your brother," Tinyfeather whispered, her voice a bit slurred. "So he was mine as well."

Echowing closed her eyes and her throat closed up so much that she thought she might not get enough air. Littlewhisker flicked her with his silver tail and then the two of them slipped out of the nursery and into the clearing. Cats were settled together in loose cluster, voices raised in excitement at the good news of Tinyfeather's litter.

Echowing spotted Petalstar padding up to her and she slowed so that the leader could catch up. "So you heard that Tinyfeather had four kits?"

Petalstar nodded, her blue eyes bright. "Yes and ThunderClan is lucky to have so many strong kits to train."

"Have you seen them yet?" the creamy warrior asked as they stopped walking to talk better.

"No, not yet, but I will. How many she-cats and toms were there?"

"Two of each," Echowing purred, remembering the small balls of fluff. She gazed around the clearing and noticed Mosspaw conversing animatedly with her littermates and her purr grew louder when she saw that Cinderpaw's look of fear hadn't totally gone away. Toms, she thought in amusement. They can fight the most fierce, bloodthirsty cats but when it comes to a queen giving birth, they're totally terrified.

"Echowing!" She turned in the direction that her name was called and spotted Rowanstrike heading towards them.

"I think now would be a good time to go check on Tinyfeather," Petalstar stated, casting a knowing look between the two warriors and causing Echowing's pelt to burst into flames with mortification.

"So, how'd my sister's birthing go?" the ginger tom asked as he came up to her and Petalstar had walked away. He nuzzled her and his pale eyes were shining. "Are the kits as cute as I was?"

Echowing let out a mrrow or laughter and bumped him playfully with her head. "I seem to remember that you were just a scrap of a thing when you were a kit."

"But I was the cutest scrap you'd ever seen," he insisted batting a paw at her.

"Well, they certainly are just adorable," she meowed, giving her chest fur a few licks. "Mosspaw kept very calm throughout the whole thing considering that she's a newly made apprentice and that Littlewhisker wasn't there to help. But Jaypath came in and talked us through the whole thing, so everything turned out okay."

"So I guess you now know what to expect if you ever have kits, huh?" he joked, flicking her with his tail.

Echowing stiffened at his statement. Even though she knew he was just teasing, the comment struck something deep inside of her and her happiness evaporated like water in the new-leaf sun. Rowanstrike must have noticed something shift in her expression because he narrowed his eyes worriedly.

"Hey," he murmured softly, coming up to press against her. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head and couldn't meet his gaze.

"Well I know something's up," he persisted. "You suddenly went from happy to sad in just a few heartbeats."

I have to tell him. She lifted her head and glanced anxiously around the clearing. "Not here," she told him. She hastily made her way to the bramble entrance with Rowanstrike following behind her and then emerged into the forest.

The setting sun cast vibrant colors of orange and yellow across the sky and gave the trees a shining glow and the leaves a soft sheen. The forest was alive with the sounds of life and everywhere she looked, Echowing could see evidence of small animals as they started to settle in for the night. She walked ahead of Rowanstrike, muscles stiff with apprehension and a bubble of slight fear floating in her chest.

"Echowing, where are we going?" he called.

She was about to answer but tripped on a thick tree root and ended up cursing instead. She stopped and placed her front paw on the ground, sighing with relief when it only throbbed slightly. By then Rowanstrike had caught up to her and was looking at her intently. "Please, tell me what's going on," he murmured.

She shook her head and continued on towards her destination. He would know soon enough anyway, and right now she just wanted to savor these last few moments with him. "Can we just…walk in silence?"

If he thought this was strange, he didn't show it. "Sure," he replied, shrugging nonchalantly as if this was the usual routine for them. The whole situation would have been comical if she wasn't so terrified of what might happen.

Finally, the trees thinned out and they arrived at the glimmering lake. She padded softly towards the shore and let herself notice how beautiful it all was. The surface was still and the sun reflected off of it, throwing different colors across the whole thing. The branches swayed in the slight breeze and the whispering rustle of the leaves sent a peaceful calm throughout the whole scene. She kept walking until the tips of her paws touched the warm water.

"Echowing?" Rowanstrike questioned, confused, as he slid up next to her. "What are we doing here?"

The creamy she-cat sat down and gazed sorrowfully out across the lake. "It's very beautiful, isn't it?" she whispered, answering his question with one of her own. She just needed a few more moments to collect herself before the whole pretty illusion shattered and everything was ruined.

Rowanstrike sighed in exasperation and sat down hard on his haunches. "Yeah, wonderful," he snapped. "Seriously Echowing, what's going on? Why are you acting so weird all of a sudden? Was it something I said?"

"Yes," she mewed, dropping her gaze to her paws.

"Oh." He sounded surprised. "Okay…does this have anything to do with the thing I said about having kits? Because I didn't mean to pressure you or anything. I mean, I assume one day we'll want to have kits but that doesn't have to be for a long time or until you wanted to. I know-"

"You don't understand, Rowanstrike," she whispered, taking a deep breath. "The thing is…I'm never going to have kits."

He blinked. "Oh...because you don't want to? That's fine, Echowing, we don't have to-"

"No," she interrupted, finally lifting her gaze and looking him straight in the eye. "I mean I can't have kits Rowanstrike-as in, not ever. And not because I don't want to, but I just…can't."

The ginger tom stiffened and stared at her. "What do you mean, you can't?" he asked softly.

Her heart thumping swiftly in her chest, Echowing looked at her best friend, the cat that would always have her heart and answered, "During the battle with RiverClan and ShadowClan, I was fighting with Shadestar and he pinned me down and gave me this." She waved her tail to the long scar down her stomach. "StarClan visited me after, just like I told you they had, but what I didn't tell you was that Featherpool said something to me."

She paused and then continued, "She-" Echowing swallowed. "She told me that I had a choice: A choice to come back or to stay in StarClan while my body in ThunderClan kept breathing but would be hollow until I died. She said to me that if I were to awaken, then there would be limitations that I didn't have before. Such as having these permanent scars and…and not being able to have kits. Ever." Her voice broke on the last word and she had to turn away from Rowanstrike, unable to look at him any longer.

"So now you know," she whispered into the silence that followed her statement. "But I won't blame you or be angry with you if you choose to leave me."

"Leave you?" Rowanstrike meowed faintly.

Echowing nodded, her face hidden from view. "Yes," she squeaked in a small voice. "You deserve someone who can give you a family, Rowanstrike. And I…I'm not that cat."

"You're right," he replied harshly. "You're not the one who can give me a family."

Even though she had braced herself for this reaction, Echowing still flinched and hung her head as her heart cracked a bit. "I'm sorry."

"You're not the one who can give me a family, Echowing," he repeated, stalking over so that he faced her. She winced at his angered tone and her shoulders slumped wearily as she prepared herself for the final goodbye.

"But you are the only one who I love."

Echowing's head jerked up, green eyes wide with shocked surprise. "W-what?"

Rowanstrike's blue eyes were warm and full of love; so different from the anger and hatred she had been expecting. "You stupid mouse-brain," he murmured affectionately, flicking her ear with his tail. "Did you honestly think that I would just leave you because you are unable to have kits?"

"Well…" Yeah, she thought.

He stepped closer until they were nose to nose and his warm breath circled around her. "I would never leave you, Echowing, you know that. I thought we had moved passed this after you'd woken up. I love you, you silly fur-ball. I always have and nothing will change that."

"But…I'm so…." She waved helplessly to her gruesome scars. "I'm hideous."

Rowanstrike pressed against her and stared at her. "You are beautiful, Echowing," he meowed forcefully, genuine love in his voice. "Just the way you are."

Suddenly her fears seemed so foolish so stupid. Of course he loved her, what had she been thinking. Still, she had to be sure. "So you're not mad?"

Rowanstrike nuzzled her. "I'm only kind of disappointed that you kept it from me for so long. StarClan, that must have made you feel terrible when I brought up having kits!"

Echowing started to purr loudly and pushed her chin up under his so that his muzzle rested on her head. "No, you're right. I should have told you. I was just so scared that you wouldn't love me anymore."

He pulled away slightly and blinked at her in disbelief. "That," he meowed, "is the most mouse-brained thing I've ever heard."

She let out a trill of laughter and pressed more firmly against his sturdy shoulder. "I love you," she whispered, gazing up at him.

"Do you even need to hear me say it?" he teased, giving her head a lick. "I love you, Echowing."

And they sat like that for a long while, comfortable in their little cocoon of love and affection, until a thrum of pawsteps alerted them of a visitor. They both turned their heads to the left just as Tanglewhisper came out of the trees. His eyes scanned the shoreline and he let out a breath of relief when he spotted them.

"There you two are!" he meowed, veering toward them. "You just completely disappeared and I was wondering where you'd snuck off to."

"We haven't been gone that long, Tanglewhisper," Echowing assured him, eyes sparkling.

"Yes you have," he answered in surprise as he came to stand by them. "It's nearly moon-high if you haven't noticed."

"What?" she gasped and when she glanced up at the sky she realized that it was, indeed, almost moon-high. "Great StarClan, I didn't even notice!"

"Huh." Rowanstrike shook his head. "Weird. It feels like no time has passed at all."

Tanglewhisper rolled his amber eyes. "If that's what love feels like, I don't think I ever want to experience it."

"Maybe it's time for you to get a mate," Echowing joked, whacking the dark and light brown tom with her fluffy tail.

"Me?" he choked out in between purrs of laughter. "Yeah, okay Echowing."

Rowanstrike's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Actually, I think Willowpaw was giving you the moony stare yesterday when you went on that patrol with us," he told his brother with a mock serious expression on his face. Only his eyes gave him away.

"Oh don't even start you two," Tanglewhisper growled when both their whiskers twitched, trying and failing to sound angry. "Anyway, I think we should start heading back before Jaypath sends out the whole Clan to look for us."

Rowanstrike yawned hugely and stretched until his whole body quivered with the effort. "Yeah, I think I'm ready to sleep. Are you coming Echowing?"

Echowing shook her head. "No, I think I'm just going to stay a bit longer. You two go on ahead; I'll be back soon."

Both of the toms nodded and started to head back to the dark trees, their pelts brushing as they walked side by side. Her eyes followed the two brothers until they were swallowed up by the darkness of the forest and then turned back to the shimmering lake. She raised her muzzle to the sky where dozens and dozens of stars hung, surrounding the pearly white moon.

She closed her eyes and allowed herself to be enveloped in the peaceful silence that the night brought with it. Are you all watching me right now? She thought, sending her voice to sky. She felt something brush her fur and her eyes snapped open.

But it was only the wind.

Echowing gazed out over the still water and for the first time in a very, very long time, she felt completely and utterly at peace with everything that had happened. Iceheart had been proven right when she said that StarClan worked in mysterious ways that they shouldn't question, that they should just have unwavering faith in their ancestors.

And Featherpool was also right when she had told Echowing about following her heart, that it would always lead her true to her destination. And the small warrior was just now beginning to understand what her friend had whispered to her all those moons ago on that fateful night in WindClan territory.

Because even when you feel like you're drowning in pain or the suffocating ache of loss is almost too much…there's always, always hope.

You just have to know where to find it.

The End.

Thank you for reading and be sure to check out Symphony of Secrets which will be posted soon.