Lost Creek Hollow She's just a girl and she's on fire

The dark star had been busy, or so he felt. Crowfeather spent much of his time gathering leaves and herbs, carrying them to his storage places, and checking them to make sure they had not withered into useless things. No matter how involved he was with his tasks, the tripod stopped himself at the same time each day and went to visit Ash Paw and her pups. 

A squeak of protest sounded as Crowfeather approached their family den. He paused, tentatively outside the entrance. It did not sound as though there was any family business being discussed within. A small chuff announced his presence before he found himself looking at one of the little girls. 

Hi, Crowfeather whispered to the young pup. His heart beat swift in his chest.