Coldpaw padded to the dirtplace and climbed over the slope into the forest to avoid whoever was guarding the entrance. He honestly didn't care if they spotted him, or if they didn't care either.
He had been walking for a long time, hours even if he tried to keep track. He sighed heavily, his head low and his shoulders slouched. Before he went he wanted to spend time with her. Stay with her a few short moments before he left.
He padded through the forest all the way to where the cats were buried. Once he reached it he stopped. He saw another cat by the graves and watched them lay silently.
Coldpaw waited a moment before walking into the clearing. The cat lifted their head at his entry and looked at him. It was Ambercloud, Dapplepaw's mother.
Coldpaw realized as he got closer that she was lying beside her daughter's grave.
Coldpaw stopped beside her and stood there for a few minutes. He looked up at silverpelt. A few stars twinkled above him but he looked back down at the mound of dirt.
He laid down beside Ambercloud. Both the cats remained completely silent, a few crickets or other creatures of the forest would send their woes to the grieving cats.
After sitting together for so long something seemed to blossom between the two heart broken cats. An understanding of pain almost.
Ambercloud rose and shook her fur.
"Lets... get back to camp." She said gently. Coldpaw took a deep breath and rose to his paws. They both traveled through the forest back to Thunderclan.
When they entered Sandstar was in the middle of the camp. He looked over them with suspicion.
"Ambercloud, where were you all night? You have a dawn patrol to make." Sandstar said to her. Coldpaw kept his gaze toward the ground. He attempted to walk away back to the apprentice den but Ambercloud stopped him.
"I demand that Coldpaw is reassigned as my apprentice." Ambercloud said. Sandstar looked taken back.
"Why?" Is all he could ask. Ambercloud stared at him for a moment.
"I understand him." She said simply. Sandstar huffed and looked at Coldpaw. He sighed and his chest fell as he realized why she would "understand" him.
"Fine." The old tom agreed.