| Sprucepaw |
Oh goodie. The camp seemed to erupt in a cacophony of chaos at the mere mention of becoming a... what was it? Ah. Yes. A hornet. A bug. These cats wanted to become bugs. Just when he thought he was starting to understand these weirdos, a new thing came up. Whatever. If the others wanted to be bugs, they could be bugs. He'd stay a cat, thank you very much.
The rest of the announcements were of no consequence to him. The clan needed more territory. He didn't get it. If the clan needed more territory because of the weird exploding camp situation they'd had before, when he'd just joined, why were they letting new outsiders join. Namely new outsiders that could eat their food. And threatening his position in the clan. You'd think that if they need the space then you'd be getting rid of cats, not adding them.
Actually, he didn't like that line of thinking. Made him nervous. Like that time The Boulder had taken him out hunting. It had been alright. Nothing bad had happened. But it could have. Best not actually think about how that could suddenly start happening now. They wanted to take in new cats? They could keep doing whatever they wanted. He was safer if they kept being idiots, anyways.