Lost Creek Hollow avisame

whenever <3

silvertongue had been working on something, and it was forcing herself to accept that despite her best efforts, her body remained pregnant. she had shed her tears. she had bit back her anger. and she meant to serve riverclan, even though she had no plan. even though this was not something she wanted, now that her príncipe de las sombras had turned his good golden heart toward the man he loved. today she drifted with seeming aimlessness through the riverweald, not quite seeking @Crowfeather but no longer avoiding him as she had done, sides curved and growing and unveilable now.