Lost Creek Hollow But this is exhausting, this love

leaving his home. leaving his wife. coming here, to riverclan. "i would take the mint," silvertongue whispered, only half-listening now. his wife. his life. crowfeather now to take such roles and such places. was it grief, grief for a rank she had never held? "and what do you feel for this?" silvertongue asked softly, nuzzling closer to the heartbeat beneath the darkfall of his silken fur.