As she spoke the StarClan cats drew closer around Firestar’s body. Touching pelts, they gazed down. A shadow stirred over the orange shape. Dovewing gasped. Pale as moonlight, graceful as the wind, Firestar stood up. “His spirit is leaving,” Jayfeather murmured. Firestar’s gaze swept slowly over his Clan. Dovewing swallowed as it reached her, then relaxed. It felt warm like sunshine. “It’s time to go,” Bluestar breathed. Firestar dipped his head to Brambleclaw, then leaned down and touched his muzzle to Sandstorm’s. She stared up at him, her eyes glistening with grief as he turned and followed
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