| Sprucepaw |
Quirking a brow at Angry's words, Fudge twitched his tail, his gaze deadpanned as he saw a few cats motion towards the tiny leader. Her instructions suited him just fine. The Birman mix had no intention of going off into battle for any of these cats. Much less to some cats who were simply doing the same thing ThunderClan had just been ordered to do to some other star worshipping band of cats. He wasn't about to waste his life away in some hypocrisy goals. That's not what he had survived all this time for.
Getting up, the chocolate point stretched, eager to get out of the clearing. He had no idea how any of this would turn out, but it was late, and he was tired. Assuming the battle somehow reached them, he wanted to be well rested. Couldn't run away and leave these miserable cats to their own devices if he was sleep deprived. With a yawn, the four moon old padded away to the safety of his nest, eager to cuddle up with the two lonesome moss figures he kept as the closest thing to family amongst these odd felines.