Something was coming. Tigerstar could sense it. He had already lost eight lives. Some leader. And he was risking his last...With greencough. Not like his sister, or mother, who had been leaders before him. His mother Grassstar had saved her Clan from a badger, losing her last life in the process. His sister Crowstar had lost her's to a rogue when she was, like Grassstar, saving the Clan. And he just got ill. Perfect.
There was a rough coughing beside him. Ugh. He had to share the greencough den with Moleclaw, an incredibly annoying cat from a different Clan. How unfortunate they were, never mind him.
He knew he only had seconds left. He could feel the life slipping out of his body; he was losing his last life. It wasn't long before he saw something he knew he shouldn't be seeing. His sister.
"Crowstar?" he croaked. He hadn't used his voice in so long, so, added to the coughing, it was very rusty.
"Come on, Tigerstar. It's time." she told him.
Feeling strength again, he leaped to his feet to follow her. But this was bad. This meant the thing he had been dreading.
He was in StarClan.
He was dead.
Grassclan had lost its leader.
He just hoped Angelwing would be as good as he had thought.