Lost Creek Hollow Should've never ever ever forgot

The Riverclan child’s lips parted, mouth agape in wonderment. Her shadow spoke! Friendly. Confident. Assured. All the things she tried to be. “Y-you do?” Shadowpup stammered.

This wasn’t a dream, right? Her sunflower gaze darted around in an attempt to grasp reality and ground herself. The trees have leaves. They’re blowing in the wind. I smell the summer air…

A touch to the forehead. It felt so real! Surely she was awake.

Shadowpup’s paw reached up to touch her own forehead where the star was.

“Who are you?” she asked her shadow.