(Ah! It's dying again *does thread CPR*)
The afternoon light glistened, playing and flashing pinpricks of light along Silver's feathers as she sat, still weak from her sickness, at the edge of the field. The grass had grown tall, and was beginning to form seed pods. The gentle swaying of the meadow's plant life was almost a visual lullaby to Silver, and she shut her eyelids, breathing in the warm, spring air with a small smile upon her beak. She was still thin from her illness, but was nearly back into training shape. Even while lying in the medicine den, she had recounted in her mind every exercise, every practical application of the warrior code, preparing for when Clawstar would declare her a warrior, at last.
The sound of Deathstarker's strange noises came from nearby. Silver opened her eyes, peering questioningly at the mysterious bird.
