Lost Creek Hollow plato

silvertongue did not look at the children. instead, she closed her eyes, lifting her pointed muzzle into the breeze. "you." and ash paw alone. riverclan did not work upon who earned what, but she trusted this woman above all others, save crowfeather. "we are empresses of milk," she joked with a laugh that belied the ache in her soul. "why should we not rule together?" crowfeather often held his children in his arms, and the love in his face told silvertongue they would not suffer her own absences. "what do you say, amiga?"