[BEAR.]

Several things were happening at once, and it was hard for Wolfpaw to single out the cacophony of voices. Perhaps he didn't need to - he was getting better at reading body language and it seemed some cats were upset.

The crowd made it hard to see anything from the medicine cat's den. He had caught something about Bumba killing another - the gravity of those words were lost on him until he actually glimpsed one of the bodies. Oh, he knew that-- Vinekit? Huh.

Granted, he didn't know him well at all - just glimpses. The same for the other cat, Cracklekit. Wow, he seemed big for a kit.

This was all a bit too much for Wolfpaw to process in the moment, he'd been really out of it lately and the screaming wasn't helping. Pelt puffed, he shuffled to creep toward the Stormcrest to be closer to his Bumba. His paws were shaky, he felt flushed, and he quickly found himself having to break to regain his breath. The sight of blood streaking the ground didn't help, it made his already weak stomach flip unpleasantly. Bile was rising in his throat.