Lost Creek Hollow avisame

Nightcub is cute, Crowfeather breathed into her pelt. Both of those names sounded as though they belonged to a dark pup. He found it difficult to imagine his features on anyone but himself. The thought of some tiny child carrying his mournful gaze was difficult to grasp.

What if they had her eyes?

Skygaze, if- if one of them has your eyes.

Crowfeather thought of Germanicus. He did not know how he might tell the man about this turn of events. Worry etched his features as Silvertongue asked for him to speak of his brother. The dark star did not want to. He felt a hollow sucking sensation in his stomach.

He was small and frail. They did not think that he would survive to be an apprentice, but- but he did. And he was always so happy. Moonshadow had been everything Crowfeather could not be.