Lost Creek Hollow life is like a rollercoaster

the call was from an ally: a summons was needed. lately crowfeather had been quieter, communing in the cave with starclan. it left her to be the literal and proverbial star, and so she washed her face and came around to find a lovely young woman who stabbed silvertongue with her beauty in the deepest and quite sensitive parts of her mauled heart. "what has happened?" she asked, managing to keep her voice even as her brow furrowed.