An Olive Branch [c]

There were so many things Thistledown had to do. To truly be a part of the Clan, instead of hiding behind his usual wall.

He didn't want to be that cat that was like a ghost in the Clan. But then, he didn't know how to be anything else. He never did. It had always been so easy to hide in his shell, to wear a mask all the time.

But between the words Swiftspirit had said at his moonstone, and the events of the last gathering, he knew he couldn't do that anymore. Stars, his own sister had gotten hurt that night.

And his brother's best friend had gotten such a heavy blow as well. So he took the first chance he could when he spotted Foxpaw in camp, carrying over a rabbit from the fresh kill pile and dropping it in front of his littermate.

"Hungry?" It wasn't much in the way of comfort, Foxpaw might not even want to be with others right now. But still, he sat down next to him. If Foxpaw wanted him to leave, he would. But if he wanted to talk, well.... Thistledown would be right there.