Swiftcurrent Creek la neta

she loves drama so im sending her right in

for days silvertongue had lain despondent in her den until the message from swiftcurrent had come, a message about an odd woman lurking. it was important enough to be passed along, and so she seized upon this moment with desolate relief, using it to lever herself out of this morass. she washed, she put each hair of her pelt into place, combing until it shone. silvertongue rolled in the new roses and carried their petals along her withers as she slipped from shadow to shadow and departed riverclan. the borders of the creek soon beckoned, and she put on a practiced, cunning smile, stopping to announce herself. her flanks, thankfully, had flattened somewhat.