Lost Creek Hollow I know you need words

Shadowpup ran across Riverclan as fast and as far as her small body could take. A fire burned in her muscles and her lungs became winded. Tears rolled from her eyes as passing leaves and sticks tangled in her fur. One crooked root managed to snag a paw and Shadowpup fell into the loam, exhausted and distraught.

Her world had been turned upside down. Shadowpup hadn’t even fully digested the words she had heard - some things she probably wouldn’t understand until she was grown - but the emotions clung to her like a bad dream.

The dark girl scurried towards the base of a tree and curled up pathetically in plain sight. “Starclan save me,” she begged with a whisper. Shadowpup squeezed her eyes shut as if she could will her ancestors to whisk her away.

She heard her Papa’s call out her name but, at that moment, he sounded no different than a stranger.