“And if you won’t listen to Alderheart, listen to me.” Sparkpelt had a certain, hardened tone to her voice, the one queens used on kits, and Squirrelstar couldn’t even find it in herself to protest. “It’s not even moonhigh. You can rest until then, and sit vigil for the night.”
curse, bless me now with your fierce tears (may there be no sadness of farewell, ch. 2)












