It was the end of the world and Hiro was singing. He wasn't much of a sailor, he figured. His sisters might be though. He hadn't stopped to check. So he was singing, loud so that the wind might carry it after the ships. A blessing or a goodbye, it didn't matter all that much in the end. Maybe if he survived this he could tend to the camps and tell the stories of the cats that had lived here once to travelers. That would be a good duty. It was worth the risk, at least. He liked the risk of staying much more than the risk of restarting all over again. Good-bye Shadowclan. Thank you and safe travels. The ash was so thick in the air here.
Bye bye TFCRP, it was so delightful to be a part of so many stories. Littlefern, Shellpuddle, Galeridge, Spiritfalcon,Twigtaunt, Missy, Hireathfreckle and of course I wish you well on the stories to come! You should let the song play out :] Forgive me for the quality of all of this, which is unfortunate for such an ending but also I have one night to finish it and its getting preettyyy late
