Lost Creek Hollow starlight

distinctly, wren felt as if she was out of place.
apprenticeship. mentors. a new name. if there was any sense to be made of this strange new culture she had now become enveloped in, the newly-appointed fang did not know. the chanting echoes and bounces off of the cave walls, and while she at first hesitates, wren soon found herself joining in, if for no reason other than this was silver's — daughter. crowfeather's daughter. their daughter.
even as she stands among the wolves of riverclan, she is not one of them. these people did not trust her. no one did, not anymore, and she could not blame them.
she swallows the bitter pill of alienation and gazes now upon the teenage girl who wears the pride of her family.