Sagestar
Mistakes were made. - Talking to Minkstar of Cherryclan
''A terribly long time...I can barely remember how I died.'' Sagestar replied, turning to Minkstar. The pale grey tom knew that he wasn't as vibrant as a spirit as he'd been in the past, that his whiskers were slowly turning into stardust and that his tail-tip was misting away into nothing but the cool night air. Sagestar was kept significantly more vibrant than others because of Fritillarystar's reverentation of him but lately the tortoiseshell had been drifting away from him; far too busy to constantly worship him the way she had in the beginning. But he was luckier than others; Pebbleclaw was almost invisible by now as was poor little Mudpaw, it was heart-breaking and when the time came for them both, Sagestar was going to miss them terribly.
At least they'd return as newly born cats, allowed to start new lives somewhere far away. This warmed his heart a little, the thought of the two having happier lives than they'd lead in Tumbleclan; maybe Mudpaw actually reaching adulthood and Pebbleclaw making a little bit more of a mark on life. ''What about you?'' Sagestar asked, looking up at him. ''And have you seen any other Starclanners? It's awfully lonely around here.''
Starclan's camp was nothing like the closeness of Tumbleclan's; everyone was surrounded by everyone almost constantly and it was difficult to find some time to be alone, no matter how hard you searched. A pang of misery rose in him and Sagestar had to compose himself to stop a cry rising out of his throat; such emotion would get him nowhere. ''And who are they? I fear that I may know them.'' Right off the bat came Ravestar; or Ravencoat, he'd never liked that tom. Or maybe even Robinstar, his tiny wee crush on that flamboyant tom.