Lost Creek Hollow i think my blood is passing me by

Wren was wrong. Riverclan was haunted and the ghost’s name was Shadowpup.

The girl was often alone, wandering through the riverland or hiding in one of her many secret spots. Though a child of Silvertongue, she had inherited none of her mother’s beauty. Long, gaunt, hard-edged, and plain-looking features overshadowed a budding, intelligent mind. She was like a flower that had yet to bloom.

Every day she impatiently waited for her apprentice ceremony, but it never came. New faces came and went. Stormpup never returned. Shadowpup found herself distant from everyone. Though some wolves still remained, the pack felt devoid of any spirit she remembered. She thought about leaving… but was too timid to do so.

Then, a noise. A presence. The smell of blood – no – a healing wound cut the damp air of Riverclan.

Shadowpup slunk through the long, dry grass towards the borders to investigate.

There - could it be?!

A cacophony of emotions rattled Shadowpup as she wailed. “T-tia Plata!”

Why was she so happy to see, happy to love, someone who had rejected her?

Shadowpup ran as fast as she could, big tears falling from her eyes, but skidded to a halt when she saw what had happened and who she was traveling with! A leg gone! The Swiftcurrent woman! Shadowpup felt vindicated. She just knew that Swiftcurrent had been involved in Silvertongue’s disappearance

“What did you do to her?” she angrily spat the accusation and felt vitriol like she never had before.