Blackfeather Woods thinking out loud

The tingling sensation in Cicero's stomach stopped abruptly and made place for something similar, and yet so very different. It was like a stone had been dropped in his stomach, the butterflies crushed. But Cicero was not one for giving up, because he knew that this was right. This was destiny.

As Damien got off him and sat down beside him, not fleeing this time, Cicero scrambled to his feet. He shook his fur and looked at Damien, duo-toned eyes searching for his brother's. Why? Because Cicero had an inkling that Damien's doubt was in the same place as he had indicated earlier, if not verbally; doubt, fear of not doing good by others... Reasons that seemed pettiful and meaningless in the greater scheme of things.