Redtail Rise aureolin

Always happy to thread with you!

Her approach was subtle but he stirred all the same, as if even in his half-dreams he had been waiting for her.

Redd, he murmured, if only to hear her name. His voice was thick with sleep.

Blinking, he thought about everything he could tell her. His meeting with Masque the other day had gone well, and so had his brief excursion to Riverclan. But he chose to study her for a moment longer.

Moonlight rippled across her face. She looked cast in silver, her red points lost in the dark. Gavrel watched her with equal measures of fondness and consternation, his cheek pressed against an outstretched arm.