Open to Join One Last Sunset

Maplesprig wasn't as young as he once was and he could feel it every day in spite of the greenleaf warmth that usually settled in his bones by now. Outside the camp walls the tom sprawled, blinking towards the last flickers of sunlight as it streamed through the treeline and dappled the ground in shades of twilight.

His thoughts drifted far away from his territory and into the headspace of a tom much younger and wondered how his RiverClan kit was doing. What kind of life was she living and would she ever have kits of her own? Heavy eyes drooped as sleep tugged at his fur, grey muzzle sinking into his paws to flitter into a shallow dreamlike state.

Deeper...and deeper he slipped, Lilyripple's face smiling across from the river... It was a good dream, and one that would eventually lead to the physical obstacles like territory and bodies obsolete to join with her in StarClan.