Lost Creek Hollow Violar [m]

starclan. starclan, looming. they watched. they judged. why did you leave? why did you forsake this place? twice silvertongue had almost come back to the waking world. the third time she had woken into nightmare spirals of horrible light and eldritch colors, and wavering, vague forms of glossy hate. he shimmered between them. here. there. nowhere. and now he spoke. or was she speaking, mumbling; mumbling a name she could not hear herself say. tears leaked backward from her eyes. the pain in her body was immense. the cutting in her soul was worse. a sobbing breath dragged through her ribs. starclan. riverclan. they became the same and nothing.