[Doom]

Coldsong's ears perked at Wolffang's name. Oh? He wasn't the only member returning today?

The former loner's eyes wandered toward a large tom nearby, who seemed to stir up all the commotion and attention. So you're Wolffang, eh? The other returning warrior looked about the same age as Coldsong, maybe a little younger, but he didn't ring any bells in Coldsong's mind. He wondered what might've happened to the tom. Did he leave, too? How long was he gone? Days? Moons? Seasons? Were disappearances and reappearances a normal thing in WindClan lately...?

Coldsong shook his head, swallowing the urge to approach Wolffang. He wanted to focus on the meeting, then worry about all this stuff afterwards. So, in his newly stiff fashion, he took a deep breath and returned his attention to Twilightstar, ready to hear about the Gorsekit's ceremony.