Irisfrost
A fit of coughing caught Irisfrost's attention, and she turned her head to see it was Weepingpaw who was wheezing. On the Starpoint, Fadingstar noticed too, and commanded them to go to the medicine den and rest.
The first news the leader went over was the incident Irisfrost was all too familiar with. That traitor had tried to kill Fadingstar- and had almost succeeded, as evident by his haggard appearance. If the traitor was found she should be dragged to Dusklion to be killed; an order she agreed with. Traitors shouldn't run free. She had tried to take a life, and now hers would be taken in return. She wouldn't be able to hurt any more cats. Irisfrost just hoped she would be found and executed soon.
There were additional safety measures being taken. Lionhearts would be stationed outside the nursery and medicine den at all times, and everyone was expected to report any suspicious behaviour to a high rank. That was fair. They couldn't afford any more attacks or rebellions.
Then Fadingstar announced that Mistyshard was stepping down. The news wasn't surprising; Irisfrost knew she had been absent around camp. She would remain in the clan as long as she didn't slack off on her warrior duties. That should be the expectation for all warriors, really. If you didn't pull your weight, you shouldn't be in a clan.
It was unfortunate that Berrypaw would be RiverClan's sole medicine cat, though. She was so young, with the weight of healing a clan on her shoulders. Cats her age shouldn't have to deal with that. But then, she was just the latest in a long line of apprentices in charge of healing. She hoped Berrypaw would handle it better than some of the others.