Dark amber eyes trailed after Dawnstar as she stormed across the clearing and over to the Shadowledge, before Finchwhisker made his way over as well. She was outraged, clearly. About what, he didn't have a clue, but it was obviously something significant and most definitely nothing good, given how quickly she'd just charged into camp and called up a meeting. Could it possible have something to do with the rabbits? Or was it something worse? With a vague expression of concern plastered on his face, the tabby took a seat near the base of the Shadowledge, awaiting his leader's words.