Lost Creek Hollow But this is exhausting, this love

Two? >w<

Germanicus had announced that he would need to return to Mereo. Crowfeather had felt the warmth of his fear spreading internally.

I trust you. And he intended to keep his word to the silver eagle man.

After Germanicus had faded from his sight, the dark tripod lingered on the edge of the hollow and watched the snow fall on the world outside of Riverclan. He could never believe that his life would have amounted to this. The dark Star thought back to himself as a child. He was glad that he had not given up hope, that he had continued pushing forward. Perhaps this was because he was a coward. Perhaps it was because he knew no other way.

Walking quickly through the hollow, Crowfeather searched for the brilliant glass blue eyes of @Silvertongue.