Stone Circle Life alone makes me shake

The golden woman touched him, soft. Her whispering words hung upon the air.

Crowfeather had not expected such a show of kindness. He had not anticipated that his willowy figure would be held close, hugged, cared for. For a long moment, the tripod quaked. His eyes were fixed upon the gnarled bark of the nearby tree. How could she be so good to him when she had been forcibly removed from Riverclan? How could she forgive the fright she had felt?

Unable to stop them, Crowfeather’s cheeks were streaked with tears. His snout tucked in, breathing in the unfamiliar gold of her pelt. Warm with embarrassment, he feared looking into Reverie’s eyes again. The dark figure could only cry. He cried and he hoped that his tears would not destroy the possibility of a new friendship.