[Seamrog]

Duskleaf had sat in silence for the entire meeting, by now he was used to the descent into chaos, and just rolled his eyes at the bickering, but then there was Fogmuzzle threatening apprentices! A fully-grown warrior, threatening to kill apprentices, and the whole clan by the sounds of it too. Just who did she think she was? He certainly had some things to say about this, he thought Fadingsun was doing a good job as leader and didn’t think there was any problem with him appointing his sister to be deputy, after all she was certainly qualified, but even if some cats disagreed with that decision, they were still entitled to an opinion, Fogmuzzle had no right threatening them like that. When Fadingsun spoke from the Floodstone, calling out this behavior, Duskleaf couldn’t help but agree…but the last part he was not expecting. Execution? Maybe a little far, but at the end of the day it wasn’t his choice to make, so as ordered he sat to watch, as much as he didn’t like seeing such a thing. But it wasn’t the execution itself, it was the brutality of it, ripping out her tongue? That was the part that made him feel sick watching it, however he didn’t dare say anything about it.