A familiar metallic crow sounded off in the woods, catching the breeze and ringing through the trees. Two smiling yellow eyes approached through the bushes, and a scarlet bird leapt out. It was Phoenix, and he looked to be all grown up by now. As he casually walked, with a strut in his gait and a long, spotted tail softly flowing along the ground behind him, he bowed his head, which was now graced with a crown of gold and a veil of orange as bright as the sun, in greeting to the other WingClan chickens he passed.