Thread:FeatherflightTheSkyWing/@comment-32195317-20181128223028/@comment-35079031-20181206045720

Grass sped up slightly, with Acorn leaning up against him. Mouse sighed. "Oh, there's Windreader!" she said, pointing to a frail, long haired gray and white tom. A tiny, brown speckled she-cat stood beside him, no older than Mouse or Bird- their friend Chirp Of Speckled Sparrow, who was his apprentice. Windreader waved his crooked tail at them. "Come on over, young ones," he rasped.