It doesn’t take him very long to spot Crowstrike’s dark gray pelt or the two young cats clinging to his sides. The kits spot Stormfur before Crowstrike does. “Sappyfur!” They cry in unison, and Stormfur’s smile drops.
A smirk crawls across Crowstrike’s face. “Birdpaw, Seedpaw, it’s rude to call the RiverClan deputy outside of his name.”
Seedpaw looks up at him, bewildered. “But that’s what you always tell us to call him,” she whispers fiercely.
“You literally told us on the walk over, if we see Stormfur, make sure we call him by his really funny nickname,” Birdpaw chimes in.
— epilogue (flesh and bone, c15)











