Crowspeck allowed Pollen to touch his paws, keeping still when she did and eyeing her closely. He began to panic when he heard her sniffle, thought. What was he supposed to do? What cold he do? He'd never taken care of kits! How was he suppose to comfort her?! What could he say?! StarClan, what is going on?
"Shh, it's alright," Crowspeck whispered, doing his best to comfort the kit, albeit a bit awkwardly. "I'm sure she still loves you, in her own way. But either way, you seem to be doing fine yourself. You really proved yourself capable of surviving, right?"
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