Is it...Foxstep half-blinked out of his stupor, the prickling feeling of eye contact washing his pelt in discomfort. His gaze sharpened as he realized (or re-realized) that, yes, he'd been staring at Drizzlecloud. A frown overcame his blank expression as he tried to decipher the loaded look the spotted tabby was giving him. If the nod was of greeting, then what more could she be trying to communicate? He didn't care, he decided. He'd rather continue staring, even as Drizzlecloud turned to talk to Chesnutfall and later pay attention to Bumblestar's words.

Belatedly, Foxstep strung together the meaning of "Spiderthroat" and "deputy." He shot the calico a curious look. The former Head Hornet had been the obvious choice, in retrospect. Bumblestar's judgment may have been off with him, but Foxstep knew plain as day that, shoddy attitude notwithstanding, the newly appointed deputy was a good fit (and choice) for the clan. Then again, what would he know? Probably not much.

With a well-hidden yawn, the russet tabby returned to his complacent staring. What else did the meeting have in store for them? Reassignments, because the warriors in this clan continued to slack off? Foxstep scrunched up his nose. He hoped Fireflypaw and Treepaw's new mentors were training them well. It'd be a shame to waste their potential. Well, whatever would further be announced would be soon, so he could just stop wondering like a loser.