Leaf-frost was no longer gaunt, with legs like twigs in leafbare. Her fur no longer meek wisps, pulling off in the breeze, but full and colorful again. The weather was cold, unforgiving, and it was now warm, as if it were greenleaf. She padded the forest for at least a half moon trying to get rid of the image in her head. Flashstorm, dead, strewn in pine needles. Sparkpaw missing, with no answers from the Asylum, which hovered over her every step. Flowerthorn, killed. She was paranoid- about them, about StarClan, about all of it.
She opened her eyes to see Silverpelt, dotting its way through the endless sky. Small glittering stones, looking like they were pebbles in the creek, the one by where she found her brother. Her throat tightened, a visceral shiver ran through her body.
Leaf-frost followed a line of glowing stones, pulling her in a weird magnetic fashion. She had to go here. She needed it like air, and the drive caused her paws to quicken.
She came to the top of a rolling hill, and spotted a familiar ginger and white tom.
"Great StarClan! Is... is it... is it you?"
Leaf-frost crumpled to the ground, wiping away her clouded eyes. "Flashstorm!"
"I... I... I..."
She wailed like a kit, her body shaking.
"It's so good... to see you. The real you."
Leaf-frost started to chuckle, feeling like herself again. "Please tell me there's no trees in StarClan. Don't get any ideas."
She ran to him, like how light runs to the sun at sunset.
Leaf-frost started to nuzzle him, tears still on her cheeks. "I love you, you mousebrain."
