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Crowfeather had never known what it was like to feel destroyed. Not until Germanicus had left him in Akashingo and had created a life, had a family for himself. The dark star's desperate trip to Mereo had been his last effort. Even when it had not gone his way, he carried the weight of his feelings. Even when he knew that Germanicus would not love him that way, Crowfeather was overwhelmed with his longing.

To have these moments in Riverclan was like a dream. The very touch of him returned life to the shadow's features, his eyes, his voice. Beneath the blissful feelings that bubbled to the surface, Crowfeather felt relief. It was a release of fear and tension whenever the silver eagle returned to Riverclan. But he could not help himself from wondering if there would come another day when the man he loved would never return.

As he breathed in Germanicus, they came together as one. And for a moment in time, Crowfeather felt whole again.