Qeya River moon flint

Sorry for the delay @Sun Eater! Hope this thread is still relevant!

Like a stone in a river, Shadowpaw was worn down.

The girl’s pride, stubbornness, and spite had been her undoing. What little was given had been tossed aside until her body grew nearly skeletal. Over and over Shadowpaw tried to flee… but the unrelenting elements made her crawl back to Saatsine just as many times as she had been dragged home by the dark shepherd.

Starclan never spoke to Shadowpaw. She never dreamed. Sleep was only a momentary reprieve from the waking nightmare of life among these feral people. Little by little the name Shadowpaw faded into obscurity.

The grief of her mother’s murder became second to her body’s crumbling… and eventually she was forced to accept Star Eater’s care in order to survive. She ate. Drank. Healed. Yet she barely talked to anyone, reticent.

One day, she was roughly delivered before the shepherd. Her yellow eyes adverted towards the trampled, snow covered ground.

Ghost Talker. Wife.

Oh yes... this was part of the arrangement. Another atrocity.

The girl rubbed one thin arm with a paw. “I will be Saatsine,” she replied.

Some part of her felt relief. The long fight was over.