Foggy Bottom Way [m] las estrellas

He swallowed the lump in his throat, forcing it down until it no longer choked him, no longer stopped the air from flowing to his lungs. 

Silvertongue begged to go home. Crowfeather closed his eyes. Where was her home? For he did not think that she wished to stay in Riverclan. Perhaps the creek… perhaps somewhere far away, where she did not carry memories of the horrid things that had happened to her. 

The shadow willed himself to choke down his tears. He did not understand the flurry of emotions inside him. He could not let them speak. 

And yet… 

Are they? Are they our children? Did she know that Stormpup had disappeared in the night? Did she know that Shadowpup had started to ask about Starclan? Worse than these thoughts was the one that lingered. Did she even care? 

Crowfeather’s eyes softened. He approached her battered figure and pressed his shoulder against hers, urging her to rise. The dark figure could feel his chin quiver, holding back the cries he felt welling up from his chest. 

L-Lean on me… I will take you home. 

Wherever that might be.