Lost Creek Hollow star-sight

The man was honest and kind, which made Shadowpaw realize how ornery she acted. Her thorny personality smoothed to a cool indifference… not quite kind, but at least not nettled.

“I see,” she replied. “My mother is Ashstar. Crowfeather is my father. I am Silvertongue’s apprentice.” Though not the whole biological truth it was what made life easy for Shadowpaw’s heart. "The name's Shadowpaw," she added to help jog his memory.

“Qeya River?” she echoed next. Where the heck was that?

“When will they return?” she asked next, completely blind to the notion that Riverclan, as she knew it, might never return here.