Lost Creek Hollow i'll draw a map of the world

little by little, a sense of normalcy returned to riverclan. she still kept mostly to the shadows, avoiding crowfeather where she could and keeping a peaceful, silent company when they were together. today she had been examining the finer points of their garden beside the river when the call rose. doedapple. kestrelcloud. their time here before had been marked by tragedy. when silvertongue came to find them, they would see her changed, but they would also see the light and inviting smile on her face. "welcome back."