THE VIGIL IS LONG and boring to some. But to me, it passes like a flash. I remember the feeling when Cloudrose announced there was nothing she could do for Grayflower, the feeling of wanting to rip the pale gray and cream pelt of the medicine cat and slash her throat, giving her the wounds Grayflower got and died from. Nobody does anything until Wolfclaw speaks, "The elders and her loved ones may bury her. The rest of you, go back to your dens and get rest. Cloudrose will come by for each of you and trea-" Wolfclaw doesn't hesitate. "Of course, Cloudrose. Whatever is easiest for you." ~