Epilogue

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Later that night, in Silverpelt, Spark looked down on the two new warriors. 'You'll do great things, Firespot.'

"Spark?" A red tabby with leaf green eyes walked towards the Firecat. "Thank you, for guiding my son."

Spark bowed his head. "Flamefur. It was not my decision, I was chosen to guide him." He looked back at the proud tom down in the forest. "He reminds me of you."

Flamefur smiled. "I couldn't be prouder of him. I know now that my decision was the right one. And I am thankful for Brightspots for telling Blackstorm the truth, now they won't be alone anymore."

Spark nodded. "And Nightflame will also be there for him, they are made for each other."

Flamefur sighed. "How can you always be so sure of the future? In the beginning, Nightflame was like an enemy to him, and he got banished because the clan didn't trust him enough. How can you still say what is going to happen, when the opposites seem to be the truth?"

Spark looked at Flamefur with his blazing eyes. "I have gifts. Gifts no cat before has ever had. I can see the possible futures, and so see what the best decisions to make are." He then looked back at Firespot. "Their future is like a river, every decision they make has impact on the next events. We cannot make those decisions for them,


But we can guide them..."

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