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PROPAGANDA BELOW

Art by geedevotee: Twitter

the splotched tom’s ears perked up as he heard the familiar voice. “graystripe?”

the gray tom appeared in front of him. his amber eyes were duller then he remembered, though it had been seasons since he last saw him. smudge didn’t even know graystripe that well, but they could be considered friends; smudge had been with graystripe’s mates, after all.

“hey,” graystripe smiled, touching noses with smudge, “how’s raven?”

the kittypet froze. shit. how was he going to tell graystripe raven was dead?

the mixed panic and sadness in smudge’s amber gaze must’ve been clear, as graystripe’s gaze saddened. “he’s...”

smudge nodded, a sad smile on his face. “we brought violet’s - she’s barley’s sister - kits to skyclan. he died there. i’m sure he’s watching from starclan now.”

“yeah...” the tom returned the sad smile as the two simply stared up at silverpelt together.

“how’s firestar?”

he felt graystripe freeze and swore he saw a tear. his ears drooped. “he’s in starclan. he died a noble death, though, fighting for all the clans. i still miss him, though... sandstorm’s dead, too, and millie. barely any of the cats i knew as a kit or apprentice are alive anymore.”

“that’s not all that surprising, honestly. starclan knows how many seasons old we are at this point.”

the clan cat nodded solemnly. “yeah... you miss raven, don’t you?”

“of course,” smudge gave graystripe a sad smile, “but i know that someday soon, we’ll walk together again, in starclan or elsewhere.”

a call from his housefolk made smudge turn away. “well, i have to go now. you can come inside if you like - i’m sure my housefolk - er, twolegs won’t be surprised at this rate.”

“they won’t be surprised by a tom who hasn’t been seen around for years sleeping in their den?” graystripe’s tone was teasing.

smudge pause. “good point. well, goodnight graystripe. may starclan light your path.”

the tom nodded. “same to you.”