Lost Creek Hollow camión

Starclan had given a message and Shadowpaw must answer.

Honored to be tasked with this mission, Shadowpaw committed her full attention. It was a welcomed distraction. Shadowpaw often found herself judging the actions of others due to her lack of social prospects. Her mother cavorted with a new man. Silvertongue and Wren had gone off somewhere for a time. In their absence, Shadowpaw only had Starclan.

She prepared for the journey with her mentor and gathered useful things. Winter was beginning to lose its hold on the wilds, and so Shadowpaw hoped for an easy voyage. After all, it would be her first time leaving Riverclan territory…. but she had faith that Starclan would show her the way.

Her nerves made an appearance when the corners of her mouth trembled in an uncertain smile. “I will find this place, Silvertongue. I will learn from the Shadow wolves and return safely,” she promised.

Then, she said her [curt] farewells to Ash Paw, Wren, Ksura, Crowfeather, Esma, and Enelise… though she hesitated at the borders, afraid of the unknown beyond. Eventually, she took a bold step forward until her dark, thin silhouette disappeared from between the firs.