Lost Creek Hollow Once I Get a Grip

Shadowpup’s big ears fell back. “No… my mom took the bone away and told us that fighting wasn’t proper for a Riverclan wolf…” She kicked a pebble with her paw. “But how am I gonna be a good apprentice if I don’t learn to fight?” she complained to the stranger without any context, unaware her sapling-shaped body looked unsuited for anything physical.

With a small, exasperated huff Shadowpup turned her focus back to Bonario’s problems. “What?” she said with another gasp as her yellow eyes grew big. “Does that mean… you’ll end up at The Place With No Stars? The,” her voice lowered to a whisper, “Dark Forest.” Suddenly afraid, Shadowpup took a step back with a suspicious gaze. “Are you a bad man?” she asked.