~ WOLFFANG ~
Was he helping or hurting? Wolffang had literally no idea. Perhaps all this drama had made him softer instead of more hardened, because he felt like he'd been making more decisions and doing more things that his old self would've glared at him for. But he couldn't help feeling a slight soft spot for Fernpaw, even if he was very confused as to what was going on. Wolffang saw that the brown tabby just kept on crying, but eventually he began to speak.
Eldersky? He knew who she was, of course, but it felt like he hadn't heard that name in moons. It sounded like she and Fernpaw were close. Maybe they were related in some way - he hadn't been keeping track of this stuff.
Should I go looking for Eldersky? WindClan needed him, but if they could bring Eldersky and her kits home, then WindClan would have more kits. Also, he had a feeling that Fernpaw might not come home if they left Eldersky.
My Clan needs me more than ever. But it won't be the end of the world. Wolffang sighed. Great StarClan, he hoped he was doing the right thing.
Think of the good of the Clan. His bright yellow gaze fell on Fernpaw.
And of the cats around you. He didn't want to make someone else upset because of a decision he made. So, they'd go and find Eldersky and her kits, get her some prey or something, and then hope that it all worked out.
"Fine," he meowed.
"We'll go and look for Eldersky, and her kits. Both of you will be able to talk to Twilightstar after this and rejoin WindClan. Where is she?" Wolffang straightened upward, his gaze fixed on Fernpaw. The poor tom. He'd gone through a lot.
We all have. The encroaching thought was there, though - was he being too soft?
No, he told himself firmly.
It's not like Eldersky's dead. She's out somewhere, with kits, and Fernpaw knows where she is. WindClan will be able to grow stronger with more members and fresh kits. Besides... He continued to look at Fernpaw.
I don't want to make Fernpaw feel worse. I hope things work out for him.
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BILL.