[shoomy]

YELLOWTWIST

OW, HIS EARS. It was Palesong, that was for sure. At this point, the voice had negative reinforcement attached to it. Except this time, Palesong had an injury. That or they got more stupid every second. Those were equally possible chances. At least they were congratulating him.

"You sound like you tried to eat a rock." He commented. "those minks would've been really fun to battle." He had said quietly. That was mostly to himself. What an unfortunate opportunity to miss. "Did you ever doubt I would be one?" Yellowtwist had, but not because he was bad in any way, shape or form but because he wasn't at the mink fight. It was a one-time thing but it happened.

And so there was a warrior ceremony he didn't care about. He licked his small forepaws, cleaning them of sand, his least favorite substance. Okay so Starclan hates everyone in shadowclan and their grandmother. That's not news, that's common knowledge. He didn't know how it worked in dead people clan, but he assumed they decided to come up with the events. Why wasn't Drippingpelt helping them? Unless Starclan did something to her. That had to be what had happened. He needed to help her in some way!

With that extremely pleasant message to finish the meeting, he was probably going to spend the next night plotting.