Lost Creek Hollow plato

silvertongue helped to nourish the pups of riverclan. thinking of them as belonging to crowfeather or to the hollow itself helped to ease her mind; seeing ash paw's own want her for the same allowed her to muddle them together. her senses remembered, of course, as much as she might attempt to deny. crowfeather had stepped down and admittedly his nurturing patience meant that both she and @Ash Paw had moments to themselves. it was during one such afternoon that she motioned the other wolf outside of their dens, smoothing her coat somewhat. "riverclan needs two stars, at least," silvertongue sighed, and looked sideways at ash paw to see if her counterpart understood.