~ Beastflame ~
Usually, if he was being outside in such lovely weather, the russet tom would have been skipping around with joy, finding the prettiest tree to sit under and gleefully sit there four hours, just enjoying the nice forest, but too much had changed the past moon for him to as happy and carefree as he used to. The whole mess around Dawnstar, Nectarflame, and everyone else who had or got a place of authority had become a lot to think about and somehow find a way to love around. What would happen to Thunderclan with all this, and how would any of this be able to end well.