Lost Creek Hollow starlight

A day Shadowpup had long waited for and worked towards was shrouded in a gauze of stormy emotions.

Maybe she had forgiven the Sharpfang, but her trust and respect for any adult in the pack was waifer thin. Every night the dark teenager asked Starclan for strength. For knowledge. Maybe, someday, they would answer her.

She entered the cave reticent and broody, but brightened when she saw the shaft of moonlight upon the pool of water. If there was one thing she loved, it was Starclan and the tradition surrounding their society.