Lost Creek Hollow so you could sit there in this hurt

Mother had admitted somebody new to Riverclan, Shadowpup had discovered. They, too, had been permitted the rank of Fang without so much as an initiation or apprenticeship. This did not sit well with the star-kissed girl and so she trailed Aminthe in an attempt to take inventory of the new compatriot, herself.

She found her by the falls. Autumn was in full swing in the Lowcountry and every broad-leafed tree shimmered with hues of red, yellow, and orange. She spied the crimson-hooded woman taking a drink.

“Ahem,” Shadowpup announced, head upright and proud.