Lost Creek Hollow Dismayed I'm a later bloomer

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Just as quickly as she had appeared, the trespasser was gone. Her legs had carried her away from Riverclan, hurrying the ground in her escape.

When she had vanished from his sight and Crowfeather realized that Silvertongue was there, speaking to him, he slowed to a panting stop. His honey warm gaze turned to her. Surprise still lingered on his features. It had not settled, yet. The young shadow still felt the bursting adrenaline in his veins. He had done nothing to aid Silvertongue and yet his nerves were heightened, keenly aware of everything around them.

You knocked her down, he said softly, voice light with uncertainty. The tripod must have looked foolish or weak, to stand there attempting to chat with a trespasser. He felt himself grow warm with shame. What if Silvertongue had not appeared? Would he have left an impression that their land was open to trespassers?

I- I was stupid.