Lost Creek Hollow [M] Drop-off

that bonario had ignored all her small hints until now was a piece of information that silvertongue did not forget. he glittered before her, attuned suddenly to all of her movements, and she wondered if his hunger was only piqued by the idea he could be — caught. "well, bonnie," came her gently teasing, gently pressing voice, "nothing can repulse me." and silvertongue meant it. "the sea brought me. sands made me. now i am riverclan, and riverclan is me." the glassblue eyes danced, dazzled.