Mallowswarm
Bumblestar was calling a meeting. As Mallowswarm slipped out of the warrior's den and settled beneath the Stormcrest, she tried to remember how long it had been since there had been one. A moon? She could make a guess about what had taken her so long; the leader was probably still mourning her son. It may have been moons since Wolfhive died, but she was his mother. Mallowswarm still thought about him more than she should, and she was only his apprentice. Losing a family member was so much harder. She knew; her family may not have died, but she had never quite managed to pull herself out of the rut she had been left in after their disappearance.
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