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"Fly with me," Crowfeather coaxed. The tom was looking at Leafpool with an intensity that must be love. She let him press close, his arched wings casting a shadow on her. He touched his nose to her bound wings.
Without more than a glance before beginning, he tugged at the vines and brambles. Setting his teeth in the symbol of her restricted life as a Clan medicine cat, Crowfeather broke the stems and freed her wings.
His launch upwards was an invitation. Stretching her wings, Leafpool watched as Crowfeather spiralled so high he dwindled to a black speck like one of the crows he was named for.
Was she ready to follow him up, follow him away from the Clans? Did she want to cut a new path through the sky?