Lost Creek Hollow tres leche

by now, silvertongue would have referred to crowfeather as papa and ash paw as mama several times; by now, the sharpfang hoped @Shadowpup had begun to think of her only as tia plata: auntie silver. discovering that she wanted very much to retain a familiar title, she felt this was a compromise for both herself and riverclan. the irony, she thought that day as she toted both pups to the sluggish river toiling along a pretty wildflower bank, was that germanicus should also have been here all this time, rearing them. "mira las luciérnagas!" she gently exclaimed as a flush of tiny golden bodies fled their stepping feet into the evening sky. stormpup toddled toward a plush stack of mushrooms, and she scooped him back toward her, keeping an eye trained toward the little girl.