Fox's Glade someone only you could want

will i learn to live without you also? the thought was forceful, provocative; it overwhelmed silvertongue with the harshness of a wave, crushing her for a moment as she thought again of swimming that bitter sea. the kissing mouth of wren did much to steady her, though a bitter herb touched her tongue, some seed of tiny resentment that it was not — no, no, and again, no more. "riverclan is mine." she tucked their mouths together with the softest touch she could muster, for inside her heartstrings now an interlacing of fear to say so aloud you could be also.