Lost Creek Hollow solstice

Night came early during the short December days. Darkness fell quickly and a light snow began to fall. Shadowpaw trodded through Riverclan territory and enjoyed the quiet solitude.

Sandulf was still healing. Silvertongue only had three legs. Riverclan’s ranks had thinned – but they had always been a small pack.

Shadowpaw hunted voles under the snow. Her large, bat-like ears listed for small scratching noises and then - pounce! She lept into a bank of snow.