Crowfeather watched as Mothwing led the wretched rogue to the medicine den and hissed to himself, "Of course she has sympathy for it, she used to be one!" He sat down, kneading the grass. He hissed curses until he heard a too familiar meow. "Crowfeather?" He turned around and groaned when he saw Nightcloud was standing before him. What was it now? "What did I do THIS time, Nightcloud?" Crowfeather snarled. "Well..." Nightcloud started, then finished. "I... I came to apologize." Crowfeather blinked. "For what?" "For being as terrible a mate and mother to you and Breezepelt," she whispered. UNFINISHED
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