Lost Creek Hollow life is like a rollercoaster

RiverClan did not leave her waiting for long. A small lady came from the woodwork clad in silver, and with a voice much the same. So this must be Silvertongue. No one else accompanied her, but Silvertongue questioned, and Jasmine would not wait.

There’s been a strange wolf hanging out in the valley. The marsh, specifically. Small, dark little thing. Right eye yellow, left eye blue, she rattled off what she had repeated to herself since leaving the Creek, dangerous. Witch-like. Akavir sent me to warn you.