once upon a time the roguish girl had offered to teach @Crowfeather a pleasant lesson. but since they had come here and begun working, she had scarcely considered it despite her great curiosity. silvertongue remembered it only as she crested the little rise and passed through the golden forest to riverclan's networked densite, all of them presumably so close to one another that such things would not go unnoticed. she brought a dove and dropped it at his paws. the night was young, not yet illuminated by stars, and silvertongue set down happily to wait for them. "will you tell me about the stars, crowfeather?" surely he had told her of the clan beyond them, and that is what she sought this eve. she propped her chin on his shoulder in rapt anticipation.