Larkstripe’s chest suddenly ached with bittersweet pain, and the repressed half Clan warrior found himself placing his slender head atop the young apprentice’s,
“Thank you, Tinypaw,” He mewed quietly, his voice thin with emotion,
“You are quite wise for your age.” He praised, the ache in his chest blooming as he thought distantly of Reedstep, healthy and happy hunting among the cats of StarClan, instead of how he had last seen her, broken and mangled. @
The Ink Demon