Swiftcurrent Creek ghost under rocks

Last one from me!

Shadowpup, overcome with anger, sadness, and fear, continued to call Silvertongue’s name to no avail. Overcome with emotion, crocodile tears began to roll down her cheeks. Why had she left them? Why was she always in the dark?

She flinched at the baritone voice of Swiftcurrent’s leader.

You can search for her. And after, I can go with you to Riverclan, and we can talk to your father, okay?

A wet, sad sound gasped from the child. “O-Okay,” she relented. “F-finally, someone with s-s-sense,” she added, impolite.

No matter how hard she searched, not a single fresh whiff of Silvrtongue’s scent could be found. Tired and drained, Shadowpup would retreat back to Riverclan with Akavir and speak with @Crowfeather about the Sharpfang’s disappearance.