Riverpaw couldn’t bear it. Turning, she fled to the tunnel, all the while choking on the lump in her throat. It’s not her, it’s not her. She chanted to herself, but the image of Shard…no, Windspeaker, sitting in the den could not be wiped from her mind.
Before she made it to the tunnel, she slammed blindly into an elderly she-cat, and the two tumbled into the sand.
“Hey!” The elder cried indignantly.
Riverpaw untangled herself and raced away once again. She heard Ashheart behind her, apologizing briefly to the she-cat before following his apprentice as she scrambled through t