Lost Creek Hollow life is like a rollercoaster

backdated to before Silvertongue leaves for Swiftcurrent!

After relaying her message to Kvarsheim, Jasmine headed to RiverClan. The travel didn’t take her very long at all. In fact, if she turned around and squinted, she figured she could probably make out the big rocks that stood up on Kvarsheim’s sunnier side.

… well, turns out she couldn’t, but she blamed the mist. She’d just have to come back and check again on an actual sunnier day, and one less pressing with more important matters.

Turning back towards the verdant woods, Jasmine tipped her head to call the audience Akavir had instructed her to find: @Crowfeather and @Silvertongue.

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.

RiverClan did not leave her waiting for long. A small lady came from the woodwork clad in silver, and with a voice much the same. So this must be Silvertongue. No one else accompanied her, but Silvertongue questioned, and Jasmine would not wait.

There’s been a strange wolf hanging out in the valley. The marsh, specifically. Small, dark little thing. Right eye yellow, left eye blue, she rattled off what she had repeated to herself since leaving the Creek, dangerous. Witch-like. Akavir sent me to warn you.

silvertongue listened to the messenger and gave a small nod. who was she to akavir? jealousy was unbecoming but it forced her to grovel in embarrassment inside her own mind. she would not show it; she nodded and smiled. "thank you for coming all this way to tell us. i will send on the message to crowfeather and the others." a small pause. "will you rest here in riverclan for a while?"