Lost Creek Hollow the down of doves

jealously did silvertongue make her way back to riverclan. the creek, riddled with women! and at least one returned to them, the achingly beautiful faun. silvertongue knew she was too beautiful to entertain such unsurety! crowfeather loved her, adored her, leant upon her. she need be satisfied by that. her smile then was silvered as her name as she approached, brightening as she saw the dark star-reader there first. "it is good to see you back." and it was, for their number had grown. what then, would come of faun when her time arrived?