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[Apologies on the small wait! <3]
The silvery feline remained alone for only a few moments, her peaceful session of thought interrupted by the arrival of Oakheart. She cast a small nod in the direction of the tom but paid him no amiable smile; she barely knew the russet tom, having only seen him around camp a few times. "Oakheart," She greeted, as if to break the awkward silence that suddenly became eerily noticeable. Her marigold gaze avoided him, navigating the clearing with no particular intent in mind, searching the deep green leaves for something of interest. Luckily enough for her, Shinefang made an appearance soon after Oakheart, the older tom padding into the clearing with a certain aura of intimidation Owlflame couldn't quite explain. She'd always had a certain fear of the medicine cat's den, and consequentially, as he was the medicine cat, Shinefang. The silvery Maine coon almost flinched as he made his way over to her, a small growl escaping him; she supposed it was her own fault having not gone to see him about her wounds in the first place. Shifting awkwardly, the muscular feline allowed the medicine cat to investigate her wounds for a moment, a small sigh of relief escaping her as he finally ceased and moved away. She gave him a small nod but secretly knew she'd probably end up not visiting him - she'd try her best to avoid it, anyway. She glanced up at Oakheart, as if inspecting his reaction to the aforementioned situation. He seemed unbothered by it, and Owlflame tried to be the same way. She wasn't entirely sure why she hated the medicine cat den so much, but she could only guess it had something to do with her stubborn sense of ego refusing to let her show any weakness. It was silly, really, and she knew that - but she just couldn't move on from such a toxic trait. Shifting her weight about awkwardly, Owlflame allowed her thoughts to drift once more - though this time they more central to the situation at hand. She tried to come up with some sort of ideas in regards to how they could sort this mess out, but nothing of use came to mind.
Hopefully once we all start discussing I'll be able to think of something She hoped, raking her unsheathed claws through the soft soil beneath her absentmindedly.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted, her daffodil gaze snapping upwards in the direction of the latest arrival to the group. "Dawnfrost," She exclaimed, almost instinctively, a flirtatious smile lighting up her snowy features. "I was wondering when the prettiest she-cat in all the clans was going to arrive. You're lucky your looks make up for your tardiness," She flouted, nudging Dawnfrost's side playfully - the pain that escaped her seemingly more bearable than before. Owlflame wouldn't be surprised if just having Dawnfrost at her side had numbed the pain of her back; the magnificent bengal had an almost magical effect on the silvery feline. She couldn't understand what it was, but Owlflame was certain that Dawnfrost was special. She had never quite bonded with someone the way she had bonded with Dawnfrost. It clearly meant something. Returning her attention to both Oakheart and Shinefang, she let a small hum escape her; "Do either of you know when Auroraflame will be-" Her inquiry was cut off by the ironic entrance of the deputy herself, a thoughtful haze engulfing her expression. It made her seem cold, but Owlflame could understand why. She could only imagine how stressed the deputy was at the moment, and Owlflame couldn't help but feel pity for her. Grousestar shouldn't have acted in such a way that would leave his deputy to pick up everything on her own - one could argue she had Shinefang, but his duties didn't concern the maintenance of the entire clan so it was just as cruel and unfair on him as it was on her. But the brawny she-cat supposed pity wasn't what Auroraflame was, she was looking for
ideas. Her marigold eyes watched the deputy curiously, listening to her assert her rules regarding the meetings. They were all typical things that Owlflame planned to do anyway, but she still listened respectfully. Auroraflame was her clan's deputy, after all.
Owlflame remained quiet, pondering an idea worthy of voicing aloud to the group. "Is that not what these meetings are already for? To convince a group of cats to work in favor of peace?" She contradicted Oakheart, trying her best not to sound too harsh with her words - a bad habit of hers. She glanced at Dawnfrost, curious to see what her friend thought of the situation. When no one else spoke up, Owlflame took the opportunity to at least act like she knew what she was talking about; "I mean, with enough cats in favor of peace, Grousestar, and all the other leaders, will have to do something? Surely if we create enough of a threat, they'll be
forced to do something?" Her idea had some method behind it, but it was rather easy to wonder if the leaders truly would be affected by the thought of another fight, given the way they had acted in recent days. It was easier said than done to round up a large enough group of cats to truly pose a threat to the cats in support of the decision to drive out Riverclan. The silvery maine coon glanced around the group with anxious marigold eyes, hoping her thoughts had not been foolish.