Feathertail huffed, but the sound was still affectionate. “Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but his mate had their kits. He’s been trying to find a way to see her — and them.” Hawkstar sighed. It wouldn’t be right to bring this up with Breezepelt, given it meant betraying Feathertail’s confidence in him, and he was Breezepelt’s leader. Breezepelt was liable to explode if the subject was breached, and once the Clan knew, anything short of a serious punishment would be decried. “Don’t worry about that,” Feathertail said, resting her head on her paws. “He’s got a good head on his shoulders.” Hawkstar wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t about to argue with Feathertail.
i want for you this: that you are well










