With Fleckpaw and Appleleap both buried at Willow's Rise, and the coyote corpses discarded, Bumblestar lead her patrol back to camp. She'd managed to get some of the blood out of her fur, but small spatters still remained. All three of these meetings felt really back to back lately, and this one wouldn't even be necessary if her warriors could manage to keep their heads on straight. As soon as she crossed the threshold into camp, she made a beeline for the Stormcrest and claimed her spot at its edge, her claws digging into the stone. "ThunderClan!" Her voice, loud and angry, bellowed across the clearing. "Gather up for an emergency meeting, now! I wanna see everyone out here, or I'll drag you out here by your ears!”
