Flowershade

Flowershade was always very precise, her best friend being her dutiful sister, Rosetail. Being a kind soul, she always tried to watch over the pups in the pack. One late night, she noticed Root sneaking into the forest. Following him, she found him entering a strange looking fire...

Oh no!

She raced after him, running straight into the flames to save him; what she saw was not what she expected.

"Ah.. a young one..."

a voice echoed within the odd place.

I need to get help from our pack!

she thought. Stepping quietly through the fire again, she was back in the forest. Frightened, she started running but tripped over something. A tree root perhaps? No- it was dark tendrils swirling around the ground.

This is not good... what even is it?

she thought to herself. Before she could get up, a dark tendril shot at her face. Her hearing seemed to ebb away and it got harder to see.

Her head was pounding, her legs felt weak.

The birds are chirping and the voices are whispering.. wait, voices?

She got up to look around at where the voices were coming from, her legs trembling and almost giving out. Flowershade felt sick and coughed up some bile-tasting black liquid.

What the hell? Did this come from the dark swirly things?

she speculated.

From then on, she wasn't the same, not even to Rosetail. Whenever she tried to speak of the place she found Root in, the voices circled around her head and the bile-like liquid spilled out of her mouth and eyes to make sure she couldn't tell them anything.

[See Root's lore.]