[Estelle]

She quite disliked it, sitting here in camp, doing nothing but idly grooming her paws. Certainly, she hadn't done nothing this entire day - she had returned from a patrol some moments ago - but the silver feline did not like this waiting/ Time dragged on and on, and she was still but an apprentice... Not that warriors were much better than apprentices; they had more rights yet less brains. Most of them, at least.

Excuse the harsh thought, but many had failed her in the many moons she had been alive. Silverpaw did not think highly of the rank. But casting that aside, the feline's eyes swivelled up with little interest as the calm atmosphere surrounding her was interrupted by the happy chatter of a warrior heading towards the tunneller. Silverpaw did not care for their interaction, lowering her gaze to continue grooming her paws when...

Well, everyone knew the sound when someone emptied their stomach the wrong way. And, naturally, the voice of a gagging and agitated Crowtooth. Why, you'd think someone had died! Blue eyes shot up again, bile rising in her throat at the sight and (admittedly) smell of the contents on the floor. Beginning to turn her back to the chaos, trying to save face by not gagging herself, the older apprentice stopped mid-way as she heard the older warrior's words.

And then another's who, at glance, looked about as concerned as Crowtooth did - insinuating Firestorm (judging by the name she heard) was dying. She liked Crowtooth - or at least, he wasn't among those she considered incompetent and lacking among this clan. But in this very moment, it felt as though she was watching a group of kits, or young apprentices at best. Snowybreeze and Firestorm herself were still calm, at least in appearance, she hardly knew what was going on in their mind.

With a soft sigh, the silver feline rose to her paws and slowly approached the little group. She did not hide the action of turning her nose up at the smell, a grimace flashing across her face. Someone had to clean this up... Wouldn't they? She certainly was not going to. Stars, she might retch herself.
"I can assure you, Crowtooth, Firestorm is not dying. ...I hope not, at least."
The she-cat spoke in a polite and level tone as she looked to Crowtooth, a hushed few words soon following when her gaze returned to the feline of concern. She gave a belated nod of greeting.
"Are you feeling alright, or have you eaten something poor? But yes, you may want to see Lightningstorm if this holds on... At least, for the off chance this may be some sort of ailment."
(With all due respect, we wouldn't want to be infecting the rest of the clan with whatever you might have).


[ @Dark @Rani @Alchemist Kitsune ]