The sun woke Silverfeather. She laid in her nest, looking up at the sky. The name of Darkstorm's father felt weird on her tongue when she murmured it quietly to herself. He'd looked familiar, but she didn't think about who he would be! The memory of her dream made her sigh. She stood, beginning to clean her fur, careful of the injuries on her back. She licked the cobwebs away, eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
Why can't you ever just tell me what you want? Why can't you be honest. She narrowed her eyes, watching Hawkcry and Gorsefang circle one another. The toms began to wrestle in an almost playful manner, but she knew they were keeping up with their training. Eddie watched them from the side, head titled. Silverfeather couldn't help but wonder about the rogue. He was noble, this she knew, but her feelings on him were mixed. They'd fought alongside one another and won. She trusted him but