"i am restless, @Crowfeather," she had told to the star, purring voice filled with affection and no hint of how his rejection had completed the replacement. "give me some days. i will bring you a magnificent thing." silvertongue would not be deterred, and eventually she set out alone and eastward. there had been no lie in her words, but as she traveled out of reach of riverclan, of swiftcurrent creek, and of kvarsheim, the star allowed her true intentions to be written inside her mind. she had found their path; she had seen how it wound together and brought both her beloved and his eagle together in the cave. from there, silvertongue needed only infer that which came next. it left her empty, ashamed to have been so desperate. there was no place for her as more than crowfeather's co-lead, and for his affection and support would silvertongue return to take her duties. after — after she found someone who could uproot her body to its former and uninhabited state. not with malice, not with hatred, not even with sorrow. there was simply no place for them either. silvertongue trotted quietly along a frozen stream.