Stone Circle No time

I think I am making some minor assumptions, so feel free to boop me if I’m off base.

 

Calls for help had filled the air outside of Riverclan. The dark star lifted his head to listen. Someone was injured. They asked for a healer. 

Part of him wished to turn away from the calls for help. He had enough to plague him. Crowfeather did not need to deal with these kinds of things. He still had not found Stormpup. Shadowpup asked to learn about Starclan. And he still burned from the things he had learned, the ways he had learned them. 

The tripod moved to answer the call from Kvarsheim. He called back that he was on his way. Stopping only for herbs that might prove beneficial, Crowfeather rushed to their allies. 

To the young ones who sought Riverclan’s help, the shadow halted. 

Take me to them. To whoever is suffering.