Price saw soft beams of silver light flood his eyes. He looked around and the air smelled different. Where was he? "Long time no see, Price." He turned and there, he saw Crossbuck, standing there and watching him with a smile. Price pelted to him and headbutted his shoulder with a purr. "What are you doing here?" Crossbuck ruffled the fur on his friend's head. "I'm here to walk ya in, sir." Price laid his ears back. "... What about your son?" "He'll get along fine. Spindle and I are both very independent; I doubt he'll have troubles." The tan tom took one look off the edge of StarClan, and touched his nose to the apprentice's ear. "Goodbye, Malardpaw. Become a strong warrior we can all be proud of." With one last lap on the young tom's head, Price turned back, and together, he and Crossbuck walked into the ranks of StarClan.

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