[/i] of the monster hitting Graypatch before going on it's way. Tawnystripe still had nightmares about it occasionally, but that's more when she misses Graypatch and is aware of the hole in her life.
The warrior sat at the side of the Thunderpath, not quite on the black hard ground but also not exactly a safe distance. This was where she'd been standing that day. She looked at where Graypatch's body had been and closed her eyes, imagining the gray-and-white pelt being mixed with blood and not moving. Soon the ShadowClan cats would be leaving. Tawnystripe would be leaving. Would Graypatch be proud of her decision to go with her Clan, to remain ShadowClan even in a new area? Tawnystripe was proud of herself, of her skills and bravery and the strength of her body, even if hunger had diminished it.
She opened her eyes and meowed in as firm a voice she could muster, "We will come back, Graypatch. I can't say when, or even that it will be in my lifetime, but this separation won't be forever. I promise." With that, she laid down where she was. She kept her eyes open though, not wanting to sleep. This would be a second vigil, much like the one she and her family had held when Graypatch died. Not for her mother, but for everything the Clan was leaving behind. [/ul][/blockquote][/div]