Lost Creek Hollow Once I Get a Grip

“What would I do…” Shadowpup echoed as a paw tapped her chin pensively.

“Well, first you should know that Starclan’s pack members are our ancestors. They look down upon us from the starry skies and watch,” Shadowpup recited and gestured to the roof of the den. “Sometimes, they can help us, guide us, or speak to us. But, most importantly, they decide if our spirit can join their clan when we die. If you followed the clan code.”

Shadowpup had done a swell job of learning the basics. “My mama says its important to be selfless. That means do something for others.” She liked being a know-it-all and spoke as if the man didn’t know up from down.

“So if it were me, and I had done something bad… I would, um… pick one wolf I knew and….um…” The gears turned in Shadowpup’s head. “I would hunt a rabbit for them!”

The answer was superficial. A child could not know how deep emotions could go.

"Rabbits are so fast and soft and hard to catch. They'll definitely know you're trying to do a good thing."