Swiftcurrent Creek ghost under rocks

Heart full of emotion, Shadowpup had waited for Silvertongue to come home.

And waited.

And waited.

But Tia Plata never returned.

Maybe an older wolf would have been able to read between the lines and put two and two together, but young Shadowpup couldn’t conjure a reason why anybody would suddenly decide to leave their family.

Tired of waiting, she traveled outside the boundaries of Riverclan for the first time. The path between Riverclan and Swiftcurrent Creek was a well-worn trail used by predator and prey alike, so it wasn’t too difficult to make her way.

She could smell the pack’s marks and instinct told her to stop. Shadowpup sat and waited (not knowing to howl) until she became impatient and barked a loud yap.