"And you made something so that we can drink fresh water in our camp, and I heard you did a far-talking thing so that maybe other Twolegs won't keep adding more poison.  Even if that doesn't fix everything it's - she was fine up until the kitting, who knows what difference even any of those on their own would have made - "

"Yeah... I hope it helps."

"I think it will.  And - and now today her father's in StarClan with her; they were very fond of each other - "

"It's really good that you've got an afterlife."

" - Do some people not?"

"Oh, as far as I know everyone does but the local twolegs' one is much worse, they wind up merging into each other into blobs."

"That . . . does sound worse, yeah.  Unless you just mean like how StarClan is its own Clan instead of cats still being in the ones they belonged to while they were alive?"

"I do not just mean that, the individuals blob up together."

"I don't really know how to picture that but I guess I'm not a Twoleg.  - Or do they end up with four legs after the first time, if the blobs have legs?"

"They turn into stars! Literal stars in the sky. No legs at all."

"Huh, weird.  I'd probably stick around even without my kits to raise if that's what was waiting for me."

"I don't think it's especially optional. Is it for cats?"

"Is what?"

"Dying and going to the afterlife that exists for your species."

". . . It's pretty easy for cats to die from lots of different things.  Mostly they try not to."

"Yeah. So what do you mean about -

- oh, never mind, I just got it."

"Well.  I do have my kits to raise, and they're shaping up to be fine warriors - they'll be apprenticed soon - and by the time they don't need me anymore things will have evened out a little bit.  But if it was them, too, on top of Silverstream - and with all of ThunderClan and RiverClan hating me . . .  I did already end up switching Clans to be with them.  It wouldn't have been that different."

"Yeah, that's legit. Most people where I'm from don't know they have an afterlife, so the culture around it I'm used to is different."

"Probably still don't tell Fireheart about it, please.  I think he's already pretty sad about me leaving ThunderClan even though I visit him all the time."

"Yeah, no, I wasn't gonna."

"Thanks.  . . . And also don't mention to any other cat in RiverClan that I visit Fireheart all the time.  They make a fuss about it even though I'm completely loyal to them, and Fireheart and I hunted for them on ThunderClan territory at the start of when the river was poisoned."

"I have no intentions of bringing it up. Don't wanna get anybody in cat politics trouble."

"That's kind of a weird way of saying that but thanks again anyways."

"You're welcome."

Graystripe's attention is caught by something in the river and he pauses to swat a fish out onto the bank.  He doesn't try to talk around carrying it and shortly the two of them reach the enormous willow which contains RiverClan's camp.