| Sprucepaw |
It was a genuine struggle to stay awake while Angry rambled on about some names and some cats that did or did not show up. Like he'd already figured before, Angry was living up to her name. There was nothing new there, and the silky brown kit just couldn't be bothered to hyper focus on names he had no faces to attach to. Which boiled down to essentially most of the clan. Yeah that's right. Most. He'd actually gone and met a few cats, thank you very much. Like... three of them. So there.
Stifling a yawn as the head of the star worshipers continued speaking, the chocolate point's ears suddenly perked up, alert and wide awake. Angry was talking about what had happened at the last gathering... and even Fudge knew what that meant. That had to do with Monster, and how that cat had waved... that... that...
thing around like it was a toy. The memory of it alone still made him sick to his stomach, and he couldn't help his tiny claws unsheathing as a shudder ran down his spine. There was talk about some Crackedpaw, which he assumed was Monster, and the stunt he'd pulled, coaxing the Birman mix's mildly interested gaze to land on the leader, only to feel as if he'd been struck by one of those city dwelling bullies after he'd found a particularly tasty meal amongst the rest of the rubbish.
Monster was... Monster was being demoted back to a kit? And not allowed to go out for a moon? Seriously? That was it? Was that supposed to be a punishment? A moon long vacation in which you were expected to sleep and stuff your face while everyone else took care of you?! He'd waved a cat's pelt around like if it was nothing more than a leaf! What kind of monster would let another cat get away with that.
Curling his dark tail around himself, Fudge tried to make himself as small as he could, furtively looking from one cat to the next. He'd had his suspicions before, but now he was certain. This place wasn't safe. Yes, it provided a place for him to stay until he learned to provide for himself, but that was it. These cats could turn on each other, shred the literal pelts off each other, and get away with it all with nothing more than a nonsensical name change and a pat on the head. He'd have to be careful from now on. If this cat was stuck in the camp, he could go after any of the smaller cats - like him - at any moment. He'd have to use everything he'd learned on avoiding cats and not attracting attention to himself that he'd learned in the city. And that old stranger had promised him a blissful, boring, comfortable haven. Nostalgia must definitely have been rising this place up in the old timer's head, because so far he'd found anything but what had been promised to him. With the meeting being over, the former kittypet slunk further into the shadows, eyes narrowed as he looked for a safe place to resume his nap.