Lost Creek Hollow Should've never ever ever forgot

Mae.

Despite having shared a milk mother, Shadowpup could not remember her shadow’s name. Akavir’s children had lived among Riverclan at a time when Shadowpup was just an infant, her eyes still closed.

But the kind nature of the other girl disarmed the child. Certainly, this was not an intruder, but a comrade. A friend.

And then, a compliment. “Really?” she said. Her lashes fluttered, gaze darting away bashfully. But wait… shiny pee?? “H-hey!” Shadowpup exclaimed, the edges of her voice spiced with laughter. She gave Mae’s shoulder a playful shove. Yup. Definitely real.

“Do you want to see my secret hideout?” Shadowpup offered in an attempt to make a good impression.