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Sproutfleck
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Sproutfleck watched the scene
silently. Bumblestar did the right thing. She did
what she had to do. Sunglow would've been a
traitor. A big, bad traitor, a murderous one. He peeled
his lip back in a snarl at the bloodstain, wishing Sunglow
could see it. He once had a conversation with her, not even
two days ago. She seemed like a real 'innocent' cat until right
about now. He believed Bumblestar did the right thing-
Maybe he would've been a bit more cautious, but who
cares? He opened his eyes wide and looked at Bumblestar,
offering a supportive, loyal nod and firm, green fire
in his eyes expressing his loyalty. Sunglow got exactly
what she deserved. He kept telling himself that, because
he never wanted to forget it. Next time someone tried to
show disloyalty, he'd bring them to Bumblestar, and gladly
assist in the attack- or exile. With eagerness tingling in his
claws, he felt his hackles rise. Nobody- and he meant nobody-
would EVER try to mess with him or ThunderClan while he
was alive and kicking. Or biting. Or clawing. But that was
completely beside the point. Then he realized something.
Wait a minute.
Waaaait a minute.
He had talked to Sunglow. He had talked to Sunglow... to
the treasonous, vile traitor... Sproutfleck might have some
some helpful information. He DID have helpful information.
With a lash of his tail, he realized something- he had to talk
to Bumblestar when he got the chance to. It could wait a moment,
for him to collect his thoughts and memories, before he said
anything. Quivering with adrenaline, he narrowed his eyes in
thought. Alright, time to remember.