.:W-N/AEN:. How time flies..

    It had been so long since Beetle was gone...
    Kitestar closed his eye and felt the new morning wind on his pelt. It had been, what, 10 moons? The Clans were peaceful for the most part since his final passing, save for the occasional scandal. The only thing the aging leader had to worry about was his replacement for when he eventually died. He was growing older, and sometimes he felt as if he could even feel himself slowly, excruciatingly dying.
    It was as these days carried on he wondered if choosing Glowingmoon was the correct choice. Sure, she proved to be a figure of authority, but he worried she couldn't take it. NovaClan knew his leadership was awful. Of course he only thought of this now as he was on his last life. She didn't deserve to lose her own mind like he his own. Hell, he recalled with a chuckle, I fought the dead. I think that's how you know you're crazy. 
    There was a sudden acceleration in his heartbeat, and a burning pain in his chest. His eye wrenched shut, and it felt as if he was gaining another life. Only it couldn't be possible. He was perfectly conscious. As per usual, all he could see was the dark of his own eyelids. Yet..yet it felt like there was something in the distance. Something he couldn't quite name. Nevertheless, the tabby opened his eye hesitantly, suddenly feeling as if something was escaping his body. 
    The tabby's vision blurred at the edges as he looked down.
    His chest was almost wide open, dripping scarlet blood. Each breath was shaky, and they all grew slower. He frantically looked around; everyone was like this. Unlike him, however, they were already collapsed. All of them.
    All of them except for one. The new warrior, Cinderpelt, stared straight at him. Her confused and frantic look presented no doubt in his mind that this was something NovaClan had shared with them. She was usually apathetic and cold, but this massacre must without a doubt worry her. After what seemed like eternity itself, she spoke.
    "What the hell is going on?"
    "I..I d-" His words were cut off as he choked on blood. Swallowing, he exhaled. Probably shouldn't do that anymore. It was suddenly as if a star exploded. There was a bright flash, and as it faded, a cat whose pelt glittered with stars stood between them. 
    "An old fire can only continue to burn if it is fueled. Sometimes even the embers of former flames can rekindle it, no matter how forced the old flame was."
    Her green eyes never flinched in the slightest, only maintaining their confused glance. She must not understand it, or at least not realize how painfully blunt NovaClan is. Kitestar? He knew.
    Cinderpelt was the only one uninjured by this, so it must mean she is of some importance. When fires, or flames, die out, they leave cinders. And then...Cinderpelt is the daughter of Duskstorm, but Mistyfang and Flamefur had a forced relationship to parent them. At least, that's probably what it was. 
    As soon as the words had escaped the cat, everything was gone. Kitestar's wound, the bodies, everything. The tabby padded closer to Cinderpelt.
    "Cinderpelt," he mewed in a hush tone, "I need you in my den."
    "What, like restrained and vulnerable? Gross."
    "Not like that, Cinderpelt."