Lost Creek Hollow inflexus

A good question.

Crowfeather searched the hollow with a thoughtful squint of his eyes.

I’m going to fish for you, he decided. As his honeywarm gaze shifted back to the silver eagle, there was a flicker of confidence that had never shown itself. Even on three dark legs, the Star moved through Riverclan with sure steps. The hollow grounds were made for him.

And then we will see the cave of stars.

A playful nudge was pressed to the older man’s chest. Two dancing steps carried Crowfeather toward the moving water. The beat of his heart was a shock of energy. The yellowpaint eyes of Germanicus were like two warming suns in midsummer.