[Willowfern]

Roosterflame purred a little bit at the well-wishing done by Sundust. It was nice that he had a cat seemingly on his side. He was happy to call Sundust one of his friends, even if they weren’t particularly close.
“Thank you,” He meowed, noticing the raised brows, “I suppose someone has to do it, right? I mean, better me than someone who doesn’t care about my home as much as I do. I don’t really feel like I need to position to prove I’m a good warrior or anything, but I want to give back to what I feel is the best clan in the forest,” He smiled a subdued smile at the medicine cat. Sundust would get it. Service, that was what Sundust did every day. Roosterflame looked up to him for that.
Roosterflame listened with rapt attention to the information about the kit who Sundust and Cinderpaw had brought with them. Wow, yet another resurrection… it was becoming harder to doubt StarClan’t existence. Yet… StarClan had the power to bring the dead to life… so why couldn’t they save a leader they’d blessed with nine lives? What was the sense in that?
“Well, that’s certainly… miraculous! Death to life… that kit might just be blessed,” This was partially a joke. He didn’t really believe in that stuff, “Yeah, it truly was. A very hard night, too,” He shifted where he sat, suddenly uncomfortable as if the ground beneath him had turned from dirt to hot coals, “it’s hard to believe that Sparrowstar’s truly gone. Kidnapped…. And I thought it was only something to happen to me.”

[ @naiad ]