[carmen]

Stonepaw

He'd said it once and he'd say it again. This group of cats was awkward. Embarrassing. Nerve-wracking. Bland. Dull. Bo-ring. They were all so quiet, but there was still that sense of tension in the air, a feeling of mutual distrust. Beestar could be thanked for much of that, her hostility unnecessary and equally ill fated. He could taste that she was a bad egg and that sense of evil had began to leek into her clanmates. Elmshadow needed no explanation, but there was something off about the Thunderclanners that didn't match their previous interactions.

He hadn't picked up on it when he had first arrived, but it was different after being here for a bit, something he had picked up on until later. He shuffled closer to the Windclan medicine cats, turning towards Cowtuft as the other cat began to sign. He forgot about the questions pertaining to the other three and smiled back widely. "Hello, hello!" He grinned back at Lightningpaw next before tilting his head to watch Cowtufts paws.

He wasn't the best with deciphering the signs, but with Lightningpaws assistance, he had started understanding. Little signals now and then, it wasn't perfect, but he was working on it. He snorted at her addedHerbs and info would serve to be useful, so he supposed it made sense. "The Moonstone..." He wasn't quite sure what that was, but with the accompanying explanation of a connection with the ancestors, he dipped his head in understanding.

Up until recently, Stonepaw hadn't believed in Starclan. No, scratch that, he hadn't known what Starclan was. It wasn't until the arrival of Coldamber that he had realized that the home of the dead was more than just a saying to express relief. They were real and starry and it almost felt as if they weren't real, but they were cause he had seen one right in front of him. Real and dead. Dead dead dead. Was his dad up there? Antkit? Had Indigopaw's adventures led to their fall? What about Fawnlight. Fawnlight. Was she there? His mom?

"Uh, yeah! If you need any help with herbs, I'm always open to help as well, though I think Mr. Cowtuft knows more." He knew a few, but Cowtuft was a big medicine cat, he knew more, that was for certain. Perhaps he'd ask him some later.

He froze when Elmshadow finally spoke, head turning to stare at him, slack-jawed. He didn't like Ivysheep, but murdered? Murdered? She didn't deserve that, nobody did. He followed Elmshadow to stare at the Thunderclan medicine cats. Had Thunderclan? No. That would be crazy, even a cat like Ivysnake wasn't exempt from the safety given to medicine cats. That was bad, really bad. But, both Drizzlecloud and Springpaw looked equally surprised. Shocked by the news, even though it was seemingly their fault. That was weird.

So was Elmshadows quick topic change, but he supposed that it was important. A poisonous plant with purple flowers and green leaves. He'd remember that. And the glowing mushrooms. Two bad ones. But, oh, lavender! That sounded nice! Fevers and chills be gone? That sounded nice, he'd have to get some later. He turned to Springpaw and nodded. They had both seen the same ancestor? Cool! Though, he wouldn't steal her thunder. "What do those do?" Give her a chance to explain them, you know!

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