[littlelove]

Morningpaw knew the instant she heard his call that Kestrelstar was back. She'd never admit it, but part of her secretly hoped the leader would stay gone; maybe bring his bloodthirsty ideals to some other group of cats who would be more agreeable with it. She wanted to bury her head as she considered the near-fantasy; how could she think that, ever? A pit of guilt settled in her stomach from the previous days. Even if Stormtalon said her anger was deserved, she still hated that she had it, with her entire soul.

She stepped wearily into the clearing, where the leader stood high upon the Streamstone; the crowd was ominously quiet other than the small chorus of welcomes from the kinder of her clanmates. Part of her wished she could be with that crowd, her placid, kind mask being permanent. Even then, she remained silent as she took a seat at the back end of the group, her eyes scanning curiously over- were those rogues?

A bit of her loathing was dashed away, replaced by curiosity. What was this all about?