Jayfeather breathed a sigh of relief as he heard his clanmates return safely through the thorn tunnel from his den. He walked out with Briarlight, ready to check over them and make sure they were okay. The smell of blood immediately engulfed him, and he hurried the rest of the way, a package of herbs he had prepared in advanced in his jaws.

He sniffed out those with the worst wound first, though most had only received a great deal of minor scratches, so he was confused as to where the source of overwelming scent of blood was coming from.

As he continued, Bramblestar climbed the High Ledge, having no major wounds that need immediate attention. "Cats of ThunderClan, on this night, we have driven ShadowClan away and defended the honor of our clanmate. But no victory comes without sacrifice. Tonight, we have lost Dustpelt, a warrior that has protected us since before the Great Journey. May he be welcomed into StarClan and reunited with his loved ones."

Jayfeather was shocked. He sensed the other cats moving towards Dustpelt's body to share tongues with their fallen warrior once more, the source of the smell of blood. As he went to pay his respects he heard Ivypool speaking to Foxleap comfortingly.

"I'm sorry, Foxleap." She said solemnly. Jayfeather felt the guilt coming from her, and saw that if she hadn't went to help Dovewing and helped Dustpelt instead, he probably would have been alive.

Foxleap shook his head and gave her a sad, weak smile. "No, it's not your fault. Don't be."

She leaned on him, and he did her as his other siblings mourned their father around them.

They may have lost a great warrior today, but they had won Tigerheart into their clan. Graystripe, Millie, and Sandstorm joined the elders den together soon after the battle, feeling it was finally their time and Molepaw and Cherrypaw were made warriors; Moleclaw and Cherryfrost. Clan life returned to normal. Dovewing entered the nursery for real this time and the moons went by peacefully.

Cinderheart gave birth to Lionblaze's kits, two she-cats and they were named Spottedkit, a pretty tortoiseshell, and Willowkit, a tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat with a fluffy white tail.

On the night of the birth of Dovewing's kits, every star was in the sky, the moon almost full overhead. First came dark brown tabby tom and then following closely behind was a ginger tom with a flame-colored pelt.

"This one will be named Tigerkit, after you." Dovewing purred as she nuzzled Tigerheart beside her. "And this is Firekit, in honor of his flame colored pelt."

Across the nursery, Jayfeather met Tigerheart's eyes, wondering if he knew the irony of Dovewing's words. From the look he was giving him, he could tell he did. Jayfeather just hoped they would be ready for the oncoming internal struggling they would soon be facing. War.

A/N: You see what I did with the first word of the Book and the last? :3 Anyway, Book 1 has come to an end but, I also posted the prologue for Book 2 so together they make about the same size as a normal chapter.