[Neptune.]

*-Lark'star'-*
She/her | 19 moons | Mind Reader - ACTIVE
A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes

There is a commotion in the clearing. One that any cat who isn't deaf would find nearly impossible to miss. Larkwing didn't catch many of the words spoken, only that some were angry. With a deep breath to calm herself, Larkwing assumed her most impassive expression and slithered out of her den. The commotion that found her there was... not one she'd expected to see to be frank.

A grief fueled, volatile outburst, and several cats rushing over to see what was going on. Larkwing could admit that she was more curious than concerned at this point. Picking up the situation based on context clues surrounding Rushwater's statement, directing Goldenberry to take a walk and blow off some steam. A cat - kin of Goldenberry by the sounds of it - had died, and her response was to lash out and attack. This wasn't the first time she'd seen a cat strike out of grief, but the difference here was that this grief was fresh, raw, a wound just sliced open, and the other example she could think of happened days after the incident... maybe long enough for a full quarter moon cycle.

Honestly, Larkwing didn't think there was more she could add on to Rushwater's command, he'd said it all perfectly, gotten to the root of the problem and addressed it with a suggestion on what to do now! That was more than Lark thought herself capable of. So she sat and listened mostly, a presence in the background to oversee this all in case she needed to step in. For now, though, things seemed to be relatively handled.

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