Swiftcurrent Creek [m] you know i'll be seeking if you run and hide

what would become? silvertongue decided she would not see akavir again, she would quit her time with arric, she would — grow into herself, a burl of wood enclosing a deep rot. unless crowfeather ordered her to leave riverclan, she would stay, and simply give up the ghost of her words. it was the creek which drew her out, empty-pawed; this time she did not cross over the border, but stood staring at it and finally called out for wren, her voice devoid of its usual flirtatious confidence, sundered as if it were stone beneath persistent water; exhausted, silvertongue found herself, and was unsure if she wished to depart slumber once her dreams began.