Pebblepaw had come quick to Lionstar's call, but once the body had been presented, he felt his stomach twist with nausea. Another dead clanmate? The medicine cat? After all this time, that was the last cat he expected to up and die! Well... he did have a strange way of healing.. Maybe he ate something bad? It was a mystery until Lionstar spoke. Regardless, Pebblepaw couldn't usher himself to move forward and wish good travels to the cat. Surely those who knew him better would. The apprentice swallowed hard as he settled beside a few clanmates - hearing Sugarapple's wail of sorrow, watching Thistlestep flee from the body... Dirtfur smudging mud on his sides? Wait, was he seeing that right? Blinking a few times, he hadn't even noticed the tears rolling down his cheeks. Where did those come from?