Snowypaw
Snowypaw gazed up as the leader spoke, a nervous whimper escaping him as he noticed the somber look on her face. Bracing himself for bad news, it still shook him to hear that not one, but two WindClan warriors had joined StarClan. A warrior he had known only in passing, but being in her presence alone had been a powerful motivator, a force to be reckoned with. To think that she would not run with WindClan anymore was heartbreaking.
The leader spoke of how she was always open for all who wished to talk to her, and the gentle giant couldn't help but nod in agreement. In his short life he had himself noticed that most cats appreciated having an ear they could just vent to. The leader's offer was generous beyond words, but WindClan was a large clan, and the three higher ups were just three. He hoped they too had someone to hear them out whenever they needed it. With a flick of his tail he settled on doing his part, and keeping his own eyes open for any who looked like they just needed a helping paw. It was the least he could do for his clan.
At the mention of Barkpaw's name he realized it was not one he recognized, unsurprising if he had been missing for moons, as that had been longer than he had been apprenticed, but he mourned for him all the same. Any WindClan life lost was one to be honored and respected. As he heard Redspeckle speak about her son, Snowypaw dipped his head in deference towards those who had been lost.
Badgers were brought up, and Snowypaw's paws shifted nervously on the ground. So there were perhaps more dangers still than just outsiders beyond their camp's walls. He would need to kick up his training and double his efforts on learning everything Deadmoon could teach him. Or at least try. Mostly try to not fall flat on his face when he finally got to combat basics seemed like a good start in any case...
Assuming at this point that all was bad news for the clan, Snowypaw's ears perked up at the mention of new apprentices. It had been a moon since his own ceremony, but he still got excited whenever new apprentices were named. Seeing the base of Breezerock easily from his spot, he noticed one of the three - Blossomkit, if he was not mistaken - rush over to the front. A purr escaped the large tom as he remembered his own reaction to being called forward, his nerves making him almost incapable of walking. Blossomkit seemed to not be having this problem in the slightest, her very fur screaming out her elation as she tried to settle down. He nodded approvingly. She had just the high spirits the clan needed right now.