[Brightlight]

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--Brittleshore--

The grey elder slowly padded in, as usual, a good number of cats had already gathered. Figures. He was just a slow poke, it seemed. Finding his usual place, as always, Brittleshore resigned himself to reading the mood of the place. Narrowing his eyes at his leader, Brittleshore tried to see what the other cat was planning, but he couldn't seem to tell. He shook his head. Either he was just getting rusty...which could be the reason...or Kestrelstar was just getting better at hiding his emotions. It was probably a combination of both first and third option.