Lost Creek Hollow espu[m]a

her breath flowered against his throat. "it does not matter." silvertongue had been taught in many ways that emotion crept through flesh, and so now it was the sum of many things. and tonight in the starshine over riverclan it had come full circle for them each. "i cannot be him, crowfeather. but for a while i know i can make you forget his face." her eyes were resolute.