Lost Creek Hollow chava

@Silvertongue wrapping this!

Shadowpaw’s dark and downturned face seemed to lift when she realized Silvertongue meant to give her another lesson. Her mind was voracious, hungry for every iota of information her mentor had to give. However, first, she was asked to reflect.

The girl was no stranger to trades. It seemed every wolf of Riverclan had one specialty to benefit their community. Her mother, Ash Paw, in particular, was an exceptional healer.

Because of that her daughter, Shadopaw, had also begun to learn the medical. However, she didn’t gravitate to it very strongly.

“I think… I wish to commune closely with Starclan,” she began. “I wish to know their signs and speak with them often in my dreams.” Then, a pause. “I wish to lead Riverclan someday,” she confided, “and be a mentor to those after me.”

For the rest of the afternoon, Shadowpaw was led through the ways in which to interpret Starclan’s messages. From then on, she would be more attuned to the world around her.