The meeting was a swift one, the general announcements and updates on what was being done about the conflict with Windclan being dispensed quite quickly. That was nice. Tansyjaw wasn't a particular fan of sitting out, in the cold, while leaders prattled on. One thing to appreciate about Bumblestar. She got things done quickly, efficiently, and didn't keep old elders sitting outside. Not that Tansyjaw was unfit to handle the weather, certainly not. Her fur, though not as thick as it once was, was still quite warm. She was tough. Just no need for meaningless delays, that was all.
She didn't see fit to dignify Lioncrest's thanks with a response. She was still cross with him. He still had a poor choice in mates, and she wouldn't be amenable to Dovefluff's general existence for quite some time. But she could hope that her grandkits were healthy and strong. If they were, she was certainly more likely to come around to Dovefluff. One of the main reasons for avoiding tainted blood, was, of course, that it produced inferior offspring. There was still the loyalty issue, but it certainly made his choice.....more tolerable. Not that it was going to please her, in any world or time.
As the meeting drew to an end and Lioncrest rolled himself onto his feet, Tansyjaw dipped her head in response to his nod. She was tempted to be put out that the medicine cats would be informed before her, perhaps even attempt a 'joke', but thought better of it.
I look forward to the good news. was what she ended up mewing, choosing to ignore his 'hope' that the kits were healthy and strong. That, in her mind, should not be a hope. She was aware that it wasn't fully within their control, as Starclan worked in mysterious ways, but she didn't want to dwell upon the possibility that things might not go smoothly. Surely Starclan had the decency to favor her with good great grandkits at least, if they had to come from a Shadowclan cat. @
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