Lost Creek Hollow naranja

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silvertongue began to back toward the hollow, moving gently enough so that veran would understand to follow. "i did not! what are they like?" so he already brought riverclan something to use. eventually silvertongue moved to walk beside him. the roar of the falls grew and grew. she stopped, waiting for veran to take in the deep green of the hollow, even veiled in winter as it was now. the interlocked branches of the trees did not only bring a constant comforting shadow, but much less snow was able to reach the earth, leaving naked if dry waves of grass throughout.