A Misty Path (A Warrior Cats Fanfiction)

Epilogue

An elderly she-cat, with ragged silver fur and darker stripes, her shoulders weaker but still broad, crept up over the hillside, belly flat to the ground, eyes bright. One eye glinted like flaming orange sparks, the other glowed like cold ice above a moonlit pool. "Mist. Mist!" Her ear flicked.

"Shut it, Cinder, I'm trying to see -"

"You can see later, the mist is clearing, it's not -"

The she-cat merely hissed, and the old dark tomcat beside her fell silent. She stepped forwards, walking stealthily, eyes narrowing now. She could see it, a camp in a moist moor encircled with a river. She could see cats bustling about within the camp, patrols bringing back food to lively kits and happy warriors. One big happy family. If she strained her ears enough, she could hear them laughing to each other, talking.

"...or she'll probably flail your pelts, you know how Speckledleaf gets when her moss isn't changed..."

"...fetch a vole, Hollypath says it's her favourite..."

"...Snowstar's on her last life, do you really think little Sandheart is ready..."

"...Mudfall gave him yarrow, which certainly got something out of him, but as for the rock, it's..."

The silver she-cat smiled, lifting her head just slightly, if only she could cling on to this for a little while longer. But her companion brought her back to her senses. "Let's go, Cinder."

"Did you see her?"

The she-cat just nodded. "I saw enough. Time to move on."

The two cats walked side by side, like they had for years. They turned away from the Clan camp and padded off into the morning mist. They walked along the river, keeping away from where the Clan scent was the strongest. They didn't look back. She'd wanted to see it one last time. And now she had, and now they would move on. Their path was almost complete.