Lost Creek Hollow avisame

The shadow had missed her presence. He had noticed that she was not around as often as she had been before, before…

Germanicus arriving on Riverclan’s borders had been a wish granted by something beyond Crowfeather’s understanding. He had thought he might never see the man again. Instead, the silver eagle had turned up on their land and had professed words of love. The shadow had no choice in that matter. His heart beat for the ranger. It always had.

Silvertongue, the tripod called out to her in a bright voice. His legs hastened to draw him near, to look at her with shimmering joy in his eyes. I haven’t seen you lately-

She looked different. Crowfeather blinked curiously on her figure. He reached toward her with a tentative prod of his nose.

Have you seen Ash Paw’s puppies? They’re- They’re so cute.