Lost Creek Hollow you will never know

There was a voice upon their borders. The sound of him was unfamiliar.

Crowfeather lifted his head and turned his eyes toward the origins of the summons. His honey gaze was soft, wondering. Ash Paw had spoken of someone she cared about who had gone to Akashingo. The dark Star had been wary of the feelings that the mesa had brought up inside him. He knew that it wasn’t right for the mother to bring her children into the world in an unfamiliar place and without the man she cared for.

Hurrying, the three-legged shadow made his way to the edge of Riverclan.

Oh, hello, he said a bit breathlessly. A smile danced along the dark figure’s lips.

I’m Crowfeather.