#firesmudge

So, imagine, it's TNP, the clans are leaving for the mountains and tallstar is on his last life, just barely holding on and when they set out, Tallstar just has one question for Firestar and that was, "Can we stop by kittypet place, before we leave the forest?" And when Firestar was about to ask why, he remembered, his dad was still alive and Tallstar probably wanted to see Jake, the love of his life, one last time since he was going to die soon and knew it. Firestar nods and when they reach the fence, he calls "Me and Tallstar are going to go do something quickly in the kittypet place, everyone else, stay here." When they started walking, he saw Tallstar with a smile and walking like he was about ten years younger instead of the struggled, leaning on Barkface cat he was a couple minutes prior. When they reach the door, Tallstar sighs and knocks and the door opens to reveal jake standing behind it, with a quiet. "Tallstar?" Tallstar smiles kisses Jake's forehead and goes, "I'm home, Jake." And Jake is so happy to see his husband and son.

Tallstar informs him of what the clans are doing and that his health is declining, and how he wanted to see him one last time before the clans leave forever. Jake softly smiles and goes, "Yknow, I have an idea." Tallstwr asked what the idea is and Jake lightly holds Tallstars hand and says, "I don't have alot of time left either, you know that. One of my last wishes always was to be able to adventure at your side like when we were younger and peacefully rest at your side. So, please, let me come with you and keep you," *gestures to Firestar* "And our son company, even if it's just for a while."

Tallstar nods and agrees to the idea so, nkw those two die by eachothers sides or atleast die at times very close to eachother knowing that they spent their days with their partner.

Firestar and his first boyfriend, Smudge. 

Jake the love of his life Tallstar.

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.”

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The undergrowth of the forest rustled as a dark flame-colored tom crept through. His bright green eyes were glowing in the dark moonlight. He maneuvered through his territory sure-pawed, knowing the terrain like the back of his paw. He knew that the clans could no longer live in the half destroyed forest. He needed to do one last thing before he left his home for good.

He swept through tallpines and past the treecut place, his paws tingling as he got closer to his destination. Soon, he found what he was looking for. A tall fence stood in front of him, an obstacle he’d climbed countless times before. He leapt up gracefully, landing on the thin wood that his old, kittypet self used to sit on so he could stare out into his forest. He padded across the fence, heading for the twoleg den next to his former one. The twoleg’s were still awake, their lights on. The ginger tom prayed to StarClan that his old friend was still outside.

“Firestar!” a familiar voice called from under the bushes. Out of one of them popped a black and white head, his amber eyes glowing with warmth. The plump kittypet hopped up next to Firestar, looking much more chubby compared to the lean, skinny leader of ThunderClan. “What are you doing all the way over here?”

Firestar purred at his old friend's voice. Sometimes, he found himself wishing that Smudge joined the clans with him, fought and hunted beside him, kept him warm on cold nights. His heart ached. “Smudge,” he started, looking into his eyes. “I have some bad news.”

The warmth died from the kittypet’s eyes. “Is this about all the construction in the forest?” he asked, his voice soft. Firestar nodded, looking away from his friend. Smudge sighed. “Is this visit supposed to be you saying goodbye?” Firestar couldn't answer, closing his eyes. Join me in ThunderClan! he wanted to yell. He wanted to beg the kittypet to join him. This couldn't be goodbye.

“Smudge,” he started, forcing himself to look back up at the black and white tom. “Not a day goes by that I don't think of you. I wish that I had more time that I could have spent with you.” He squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best not to start crying. “I can’t believe I’ll never see you again.”

Smudge pressed his nose lovingly against Firestar’s cheek, but didn't say anything. Firestar leaned into his friend’s warm touch. “I love you, Smudge,” Firestar choked, unable to stop himself from crying.

“I know, Firestar.” Smudge lay down in front of the flame-colored tom, ready to spend one last night with his friend. “I love you, too.”

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