Wapun Meadow broke my own limb and blamed you for the limp

a choice; but wren did not understand the pain that silvertongue had underwent to bring riverclan about! and it was unfair to think of crowfeather now, but she did — he came to his mind, his soft, concerned expression and the princely setting of his shoulders, and how they simply had not worked. but he had been riverclan for her before the pack existed, and all that came after was not for wren to bear, not her tearing, pained wife, terrified about her place among them. silvertongue had always existed in strictures, and now that she had created them herself, she did not know how to resist clinging to the seams she had stitched. a breath; a loosening, though it somehow rankled her nerve to hear wren describe riverclan as a costume, too ill-fitting to be worn. did you try? but — now that was predicated upon the swelling heave of her belly and its reaction to any stress these days. "i see no reason we would have to give them riverclan names. ash star did not give them to her first children and may not for her second." only crowfeather and shadowpaw had been born to it. "they will have a choice." for silvertongue too had known force, and the forgotten girl being led into a palace was a memory still too harsh for her to endure. it would not happen again. her ears flicked. "you are afraid, wren," she pressed, a claim she felt was true. "i want you tell you that you do not have to remain pregnant. it will change nothing between us."