Apr 8, 2025
Flamecloud, Keeper of Oak Colony
Like Rowanstorm, Dawnfrost had lost her mother at a young age. She still had a few memories of her mother's warmth, the scent of her milk, the rasp of her tongue over Dawnfrost's ears. Her voice had been the first sound Dawnfrost had ever heard, speaking her name with fierce love as she fought to be a part of her daughter's life for a moment longer. Brackenfoot pressed so closely against the golden molly's fur that it was hard to see where one ended and the other began. Dawnfrost wondered how different her life might have been, how different her father might have been, if Flamecloud had lived.
