Whitebark Stream e[m]barazada

once more silvertongue felt the panic, the necessity of pulling away and returning to riverclan at once. but she forced herself still. "it has been less than a month," she said quietly. "i have just started to feel — diferente." too early to show. too early for the small things inside her to take a form that was firm. "let me come with you," the star asked in a voice gone soft with exhaustion, with relief. with sorrow, spiraling and deepening. crowfeather would understand if she came home and stayed this way. he would even help her. but silvertongue thought then of germanicus and her resolve hardened.