River
It was River's turn to do so. "Yes, I did believe they were a myth before. But a few dreams, and watching the clan, have taught me otherwise." She began to explain the first dream, when she was younger, imagining her among the shadows of many cats. The second was about the dream of how she would guide the reed and help it root, help it gain the knowledge it needs to aid others.
Brokenfeather
Brokenfeather almost flinched as she turned to look at his eyes. Her own eyes showed all that she feeled, so rare for the composed she-cat. It showed fear, a strong love, and uncertainty, all swirling around with confusion. She didn't know what to do. Brokenfeather closed her eyes and walked closer, then laid down beside Ripplestar, cuddling against him silently.



