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Chaos. That was all Brindlekit could understand of the current scene, far too young to compute what was occurring. He didn´t know the history between the protagonists, barely understood what it was to die. Go away forever, but the bloodiness, the unceremonious nature of it all.....it didn´t make sense. And their leader, Bumblestar, was unable to do anything about it. Brindlekit did not like that, he did not like that one bit. If their LEADER couldn´t do anything about....whatever this was that he didn´t fully understand, what was anyone supposed to do? He was scared. He wanted his dad, or his mom. But he didn´t know where they were, so in lieu of yelling for them, retreated against the wall of the nursery. He wasn´t a coward. (OPEN)

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Well well well. Things had certainly fallen to bits in the time it had taken Tansyjaw to decide that the initial screaming for Bumblestar would be worth her time to watch. She was used to bloodshed by now, after so many moons of life, but it was always a bit of a shock to see it in camp. Not that she was about to be a fainting floozy. Everyone seemed to be panicking, and she was classier than that. There was no point in her panicking anyway. Drizzlecloud and Springpaw were the only ones who could do anything for Violetfreckle (not that it seemed likely anyone besides Starclan could save her at this point) and it was down to the warriors do dispose of Mapleface´s body, because the she-cat was surely, SURELY dead given the speed with which Bumblestar came flying in. She was here, she was watching (and a bit disturbed, in all honesty) and on hand in case someone needed dragged away or.....something. Stars, being an elder got boring sometimes. She was never a part of the excitement anymore. (OPEN)