A/N: So the end came earlier, and stuff, but I didn't think it really ended it with justice so I have deided to make an epilouge. You can still vote on the new chapter.

It was a few months after the battle and the clan was still in shock. Treeear and Spottedface were still recovering from the numerous wounds inflicted during the battle, and Sunflame had more than his work cut out for him now that he was truly the only medicine cat that was in CheetahClan. Farseer still came to him in dreams sometimes, but she never taught him another lesson, at least not as a medicine cat would teach an apprentice. Most of the other cats were healed, but the clan was now at a loss, as some of the warriors on Moonstorm's side had run away after her death. No one knew where they were, or if they were planning everything.

But other than these two truths, the clan was doing much better than it had with Moonstorm. The clan had smelled like blood for the last few days after the battle, and although it still did, the cats seemed not to notice it as much from living in the stench.

Then one day, the rain came, and Grasstail noticed that the dust had turned red in the middle of the camp. When the rain touched it, a small river of red mud came washing out of camp, and when the rain was gone, the camp smelled clean again. The camp no longer was made of red mud, and ever rain after that was normal. StarClan had washed the clan clean of the civil battle. They had forgiven the cats still in the clan.

Despite Spottedface's recovery status, he was still alert an playful when he could be. The blood-loss had almost healed about a month ago, and though he still limped from a sever wound on his leg, he was almost back to full warrior status. This was a good thing for Grasstail, who had spent the first four days that he had been under Sunflame's care in constant worry. She had been forced to leave his side very few times during the vigil, while he was unconscious. The two cats had grown very close during the ordeal.

So that is how it was that one day Grasstail had to go to the medicine cat's den for herself.

"Sunflame," she called.

"Yes?" he responded, walking out of his den.

"I think that something is wrong with me. I feel pain..." she gestured to her stomach with her tail.

"I see..." Sunflame looked over at the young warrior and smiled. He would need to do some tests, but he thought he knew the answer. He walked over and pressed his paw against her stomach. "Ah- yes," he began as he felt first one, then three heartbeats. "Grasstail, you are pregnant. Who's the lucky cat?" he asked out of tradition more than curiosity. He of all cats knew how close Grasstail and Spottedface had become.

"Spottedface," she responded, her eyes lighting up. "I must tell him. And Orangespot! And Treeear! They'll all be so happy!" she ran out the door, while Sunflame chuckled at what he had already known.