The last chapter!

This is honestly kind of like an epilogue, so... don't expect much. 500 words at the most.

This is the answer to the quiz! No one gets a cookie, because there was no correct answer.

Or guesses in general. *cries*

But I WILL give a cookie to @Scruffykitties and Dustpelt... because they be big sad.

Sorry Guys.

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GENERAL POV

The man sat, cross-legged looking at the two in front of him. His pad of notes lay on his lap, nearly forgotten as he listened to the story the two were telling. His glasses lay neatly set on his face, his dirty blond hair combed neatly for the occasion.

He had asked for an interview with the two, and they had quickly excepted.

Everyone around him that he knew thought he was crazy, because he wouldn't be able to understand them.

Oh, how little they knew.

The man had been studying their language for a few years, and he believed he had become fluent.

Meanwhile, the two sat next to each other in the chair, emerald eyes reflecting in green, and vice versa. Finishing up their story, they turned back to the man, who opened his mouth to speak.

"So, continue on! What happened form there!"

The one on the right, the flame-colored one, responded. "Well, Sandstorm and myself went on to save Skyclan. Then we settled down and had two kits, Squirrelflight and Leafpool. From then on, there was nothing insanely exciting concerning our relationship. Leafpool had kits with a tom from another clan..."

The man's eye twitched.

"And Squirrelflight became mates with my Deputy, Brambleclaw. I died in the Great Battle, and then Sandstorm followed after a few seasons."

"Wait... if you're dead, how are you able to talk with me today?"

The pale one, Sandstorm, responded now. "New Starclan technology. They were able to send us back to the world, but little to no one remembers us. Just a select few."

The man nodded, picked up his notebook, and stood up.

"Well, that's all I needed form you two."

The man started walking towards the exit.

"Wait!" He turned around to see both cats closer to him, standing on the floor. "We can't really go back into the forest... that could cause some major issues. But we would still like to visit there, every now again. We were informed that you had a house close to where the camp is. So... could you possibly take us in?"

Let's just say the man didn't need to be told twice.

On the walk back to the house, as the man lived rather close, Fireheart asked, "You seem to be without the object on your finger, which I've come to understand as a sign of having a mate. So Mr. Maple, why don't you have a mate yet? You seem to be of age."

Mr. Maple chuckled and scratched Fireheart's head. "Whenever I tell a potential mate that I know how to speak to cats, they freak out and leave me. So I guess I just have yet to find the right one."

Sandstorm piped up now. "Do you have any ideas for a mate?"

"Well, of course I do. But you two keep it quiet, alright? We can't let anyone know."

If only...

I wish I had a cat. They're awesome. Don't get me wrong, I love my dog, but...

Cats.

That's right! This entire story was just me interviewing Fireheart and Sandstorm!

It's now officially done! And Holy cow has it been a long time! Almost a year, as I believed I started this is January.

I don't really have much to say... And there really isn't much to be said...

But don't worry! I will be writing a new series soon... And I need one of you! I will be holding a contest this upcoming weekend, and whoever wins it will be able to be featured in the next story.

To join the contest, join my discord server. I will add it to my bio.

See ya!

-Maple's doin' just fine.

(Also, before this point there was exactly 666 words).