Lost Creek Hollow inflexus

It’s a good thing you have me, then.

And he laughed. The noise bubbled from the back of his throat and into the hollow with enough force to surprise the flighty shadow. It felt odd, foreign, and it made him pause in his walk. How long had it been since he had last laughed and felt it in his heart? It seemed like he had been living as a shell of himself.

I’ll feed you so much fish that you’ll glitter the way they do.

Narrow features were drawn into a swift smile. Crowfeather did not care if Germanicus could fish. He did not care if the man could hunt or fight. There was no need for him to serve a purpose in Riverclan. He was free to come and go as his spirit needed. In the dark of the hollow, there would always be a star waiting to meet him.

The waters were high with melted snow. Crowfeather leaned over the bank and blinked at the rushing fish.