Stagheart dipped his head in solemnity as Birdsnow listed off the cats who were lost during the raid; he'd attend the vigil and send prayers StarClan, thanking for their lives and service, however flawed. His wounds still stung from deep punctures, burning reminders of the travesty the Thunderrats committed. He was determined to help his Clan get back to full strength by whatever means he could so that if ThunderClan — or any threat, for that matter — had the nerve to try them again, they'd be ready next time. A force to be reckoned with, clever and strong, as they had always been.
He listened intently to the leader's words, briefly angered by the disloyalty and disrespect shown in his Clan. How these warriors could cause so much disarray and sleep well at night baffled him. His whiskers twitched in amusement as Dusklion told off the chattering cats just a few feet away from him, glad at least somebody was saying the words he wouldn't even bother with at the moment. The last thing RiverClan needed after all this torment was more bickering warriors — and apprentices, apparently.
Stagheart gave Marigoldleap an approving nod for accepting the temporary role. It was a large paw to fill, and any help would be appreciated. He was just grateful she was up for the job.
The large warrior then settled his tail on Berrykit's back, a quiet and minute gesture in hopes of settling the kit's anxieties. Surely she was nervous for what else this meeting held, especially with all of the internal fighting and disorganization their Clan was enduring. He hoped that someday — especially for Berrykit's sake — they'd be restored to their former glory.
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tally for brief dusk mention :3