[wolfie]

After Lightningkit's request, when the sun had rose once more, Cowpaw set off to Juniper's Rest. Perhaps he could have simply lied and say he had gone, saving himself the cold trip but, while no one else would know, the stars and himself would know. In the end, that was the thing that mattered the most. Cowpaw had made a promise, he would never dream to break.

A soft and tired yawn came from the splotched medicine cat as he found Featherfoot's grave, sitting down in front of it, he set down a pinecone he had collected on his way. "Hello... I have a message for you.. I know you must be listening.. somewhere.. out there, Lightningkit came for me.. She is sorry she was late, but she made good on her promise. She did not mean the things she told you, and... " A soft chuckle escapes from Cowpaw, "I am sure you know that already.. she's a lovely kit, isn't she?" He mewed, his smile faltering.

"..I hope you are hunting well in Starclan.. I.. I did ... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't save you.. but I hope you are living your best life in the stars, Featherfoot, " He touched his forehead to the snow, closing his eyes. Best wishes.

The gentle giant would sit there in silence, letting the peace settle. Paying his respects before he would return quietly into camp, snow dappling his pelt but .. a look of content on his face.