Lost Creek Hollow The Marks of men, the fortune she had won

would it break timelines too much to bring this to present? <3

ash star lay in the sun. silvertongue moved to join her co-lead, offering a smoothing of the fur along the back of one sculpted shoulder. "so we will both be mothers. three of us," she amended, for wren too would bear young. "riverclan will grow and grow." it was a pleasant thought, and she did not mind so much the twinge in her own hips.