Thrushpaw paddedninto the camp. As he walked through the entrance, it was very apparent he was out in the rain. His chocolate calico pelt was framing his lean figure. His pale blue hues were dull, but held no expression until they rested on the group of felines on the clearing. One being his mentor, Gorsefeather. While his gaze shifted, they landed on Shadepaw and he let out a small sigh. The moment she saw him, he knew she'd run up to him. Quite frankly, Thrushpaw wasn't in the mood for talking, he just wanted to dry off and think. He had to take in the sudden changes in power. The era beginning suited everything he stood for internally. On the outside, this feline sure didn't act like some careless, power hungry cat that he really was, he acted skittish and weak.
Away from that, he focused on Shadepaw again, hoping she didn't go crazy about the fire and the switch in power. Personally, Thrushpaw supported Singenight and his beliefs. He sure wouldn't tell Shadepaw that though as he'd seem totally different than what he has her believing he is. He also hoped she wouldn't fret about his health as he could care less about hers, although her reaction was unknown to him. Thrushpaw just had to prepare himself for whatever she may say.