The Clan Den

"Um...ok" Featherkite sighed.

Creekstone sat down and started trying to clean his back.

Featherkite padded over, helping him.

"Thanks." he squirmed a little to get a better look at her. "But maybe you should take care of your wounds first...?"

Featherkite shook her head.
"The pain's not that bad. Besides, two work faster than one"

"Suit yourself." Creekstone shrugged. "What are we going to do about that world-perfecting-time thingie?"

"Remember Swift" Featherkite mumbled, "It's the only way"

"Seems like everyone that knew her is doing that."

"Exactly. WE have to cling onto her" Featherkite yanked a shard of ice from her shoulder. She winced as it came lose, and tried to reach of one on her back, but fell short.

"Here." Creekstone turned and pulled it out. "That better?"

Featherkite nodded, wondering what to say.

Creekstone tossed the icicle in the air and set it on fire. "Do we know anyone that might know what Swiftwing did, or do you have an idea yourself?"

I knew Swift all my life - Silvermask or Storm or Polaris...." She trailed off.

Creekstone nodded. His ear flicked and then he blinked. "Wait- didn't she do something in the volcano?"

"When? When Brook tred to kill me?" Featherkite looked confused

"I thought I remembered something..." The male racked his brain, trying to remember.

Featherkite closed her eyes,
"Who was there?" She tried to aid him.

With all his might, he tried to remember, but he couldn't. Then he blinked. "Wait. I can ask a spirit."

Featherkite simily nodded.

He shut his eyes, hoping to see the spirit that plauged him. But he wan't there. With a sigh he opened his eyes. He suddenly felt tired and flopped down. "In a moment, I'll do it," he mumbled.

"Rest" Featherkite sighed, "We've been working ourselves to death"

He nodded tiredly and shut his eyes, falling nto a sleep so dearly needed.

Featherkite yawned and curcled up.

Once or twice he twitched his leg and let out a tiny whimper.

Swift appeared. "Volcano, volcano..." She muttered, trying to remember.