Lost Creek Hollow avisame

"yes. they are. so cute." her voice was a stilted purr that smoothed the longer she spoke. there was no hiding herself and so silvertongue did not; she only invited him closer with a tilt of her head and smiled truly, goodly, into his handsome face. "riverclan is strong. a credit to you." and before crowfeather could say anything else, she reached to touch his face with a small paw and cleared her throat. "now. we need a ceremony, for all of us, i think. it is time." not for a moment did silvertongue wish to speak of herself or her body.