Wind blew around the brown tabby in gusts, but she barely felt it. She had heard it. He thought she hadn't, but she had. And she wasn't sure what to make of it. Eight little words, yet each like a small candle, bringing new hope to what she had chalked up as a failure of a life. "I won't forget you," she whispered softly. "I wish I could come with you, but if not... you'll be in my heart. Know that, at least." Eight words. "Good bye Jingostar. May StarClan light your path."