Willow's Rise. That was the first time Cinderpaw had heard that name spoken, and her whiskers twitched at the suggestion from Foxflurry. The way she spoke of the location, it was important, and with Rainpaw - well, Crowpaw - fluttering nervously over to her and Sootfur, she could connect the dots in her head.
Her stomach sank at the idea of seeing that starsforsaken tree again. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to hold back her fury and keep herself from carving the marks that scored over the tallies on that tree further. Such a searing monument to the way Starclan did nothing but point and laugh at them... Cinderpaw almost considered not going. But the way Crowpaw quivered like a leaf and stood so stiffly next to the other two warriors...
It wasn't worth spiting them. It wasn't ever worth it. She was supposed to remember them.
"A' course." She hummed, moving over to press reassuringly against the younger apprentice - he'd need it.
"There's gotta be a fl-flower out there, somewhere."
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