Jade Fern Grove lobos en el bosque

this time she made it away from riverclan. in the cool dark hours of the morning, in the deep greenweald and the snow that surrounded it, silvertongue found herself terribly ill. she vomited several times, scratching drifts and mud over each small pile as she pushed into the heart of the territory. she sweated; it stood out upon her brow as her empty stomach clenched a fifth time. silvertongue sequestered herself in the long shadows of a great tree, retching and crossing her face with a paw, hoping only that the place she had found would not lend itself to discovery — by anyone.