Lost Creek Hollow Changes

ash star did not care much for wren. that much was obvious. she wasn't stupid.
but there was a desperate, creeping urge in her veins that begged to at the very least be tolerated by her. she was the leader, for crying out loud! if there was anyone to impress, it would be her, if she was to make riverclan her true home. wren was not here only for silvertongue, even if it sometimes felt that way.
she came to the leader now with a softness to her gaze and the offering of a trout from the pool. it took her far too long to realize ash star was a little bit busy.
thouhh i'h bringh ya thihh a'a' thanhh, her words are slurred and unintelligible as she spits the fish near the multicolored paws. one of them, she notices, is dipped in charcoal. oh. that's where your name comes from, eh?