She~cat looking for a mate!

Blackfrost narrowed his eyes. He recognized the she-cat...

Then, Blackfrost's eyes widened. It was Flowermoon! His jaw dropped. He was dead. This was one of the cats he had killed. Flowermoon had been a ThunderClan warrior who had kits. Waterpaw, a RiverClan apprentice, and Swiftpaw, a ThunderClan apprentice. Swiftpaw, now a warrior, hadsworn to kill him every chance he got. Waterpelt, on the other hand, did not search for him. She stayed in RiverClan, though they had almost killed each other on one encounter. He shivered. The memories of his killings came back to him. A border skirmish with ThunderClan, assassinations, Flowermoon, Dragonsoul, Galaxyfur, almost Galaxyfur's sister, almost Waterpelt, almost Swiftalon, almost a PsuedoClan leader, and that poor group of loners. "It's okay, Blackfrost. You cannot have blackouts in dreams," Flowermoon tolds him gently.

Flowermoon tilted her head. "I'm needed. But, I will be watching you. And just to let you know, I forgive you. I wish you not to kill my son, though. Anyways, go to Tiger. He will find you, too," she told Blackfrost. "Who's Tiger?" he asked, realizing he had limited time left. "Bloodscar," Flowermoon answered. Then, before he could blink, she clawed his paw. Blackfrost grimaced. He could handle pain better than most cats. "What was that for?" he asked. "You'll find out soon enough," Flowermoon answered again. She faded away, stars spilling out from her fur.