Lost Creek Hollow I had a dream of the wide open prairie

"then it is decided. we will arrange a hunt between the three packs." she liked how riverclan was putting their proverbial and literal foot forward first; it boded well for crowfeather's vision of starlit peace. silvertongue rose and waved her tail, offering a soft kiss to first sandulf's cheek and then that of her dark prince before she set off to fetch herself new tasks.