Lost Creek Hollow eyes like frozen planets

wren retreated; a flicker of tension sang between she and ash star, but she could not address it now beyond a vaguely questioning look to them both. instead she offered iris a fond look. "this is ash star. this is iris. she is lost," silvertongue now said to her co-lead, "and she does not seem to know from where she comes." riverclan was small but their caches had held. the sharpfang felt that they had a little to offer.