Well

[Falconwing]

Falconwing sucked in a large amount of oxygen as he jerked upright, His muscles aching. What an awful dream. He had dreamted that he died...his stomach hurt so bad and he vomited everywhere. Wait...was...was he dead? Falconwing stared wide eyed at his starry paws. Um, ok. Unexpected. He padded around, trying to get used to the feeling of...death. It sounded a bit harsh. You're dead. How was he to react? It's not like death was a great thing. At least he could see Crimsonsky once more. If he was able to get in.

"Am I alone out here?" the tom called out, raising an eyebrow, waiting for a response.

[Crimsonsky]

"Yes," Crimson called, hearing Falconwing's voice. So he hadn't won. Many would say his sacrifice had been in vain, now, but at least he had saved the others and bought Falconwing some more time alive. And it had brought him to CloudClan. It was his final act of redemption. He didn't regret it.

"Hello, Falconwing. Looks like you didn't win," He remarked. "Welcome to CloudClan. Better get used to it. We're here forever. Literally," He said, slight frustration in his voice. "Comfort and relaxation. Forever." "Gonna get boring, fast." He thought to himself.

[Falconwing]

"...we could spar, I mean, we're already dead, how can we die again?" Falconwing suggested. He smiled at the sight of Crimsonsky. The pleasant thought of knowing that he had made it. But of course, that's how any friend and clanmate should feel. It was a mutual feeling. Falconwing didn't want anything more than that. Well, of course, he wanted Seabreeze most of all, but it turned out that she really wasn't dead. So, did that mean she was alive, somewhere? Perhaps. FAlconwing twitched at Crimsonsky's remark to him, as if he was saying "Well seems as if I got mauled by a pack of three freakin dogs was for nothing, eh? Wanna grab a drink by the river, maybe share some prey?" The tom felt guilty for dying, no matter how funny that sounded.

"Hey, look, Crimsonsky, you didn't die for nothing. I know, I feel terrible for...dying on you, but you saved many more cats. And Iceclan will honor you for that," Falconwing doubted that Iceclan would honor him, the pansy boy. The tom who let his clanmate sacrifice himself, the tom who stupidly gulped down loads of water, eventually poisoning himself. The tom who did nothing in his short life.

[Crimsonsky]

(Back from my break.)

"I wouldn't be surprised if we can die again, Falconwing, or at least fade away at some point. If we're immortal, where are all the other spirits? There should be more." He muttered. "Maybe you fade when everyone forgets about you. When no one cares about you any more," He sighed. "But we won't have to worry about that. We're famous now. Cats will tell stories of us for years." He paused. "And I don't want you to feel bad for dying, even if I make you feel guilty. There's nothing you could've done to not die. CloudClan knew the winner from the beginning. You couldn't change their 'Carefully made plans'," He scoffed.