[Myling]

how... odd. the cloud of gloom that seemed to follow the cat around during the night and morning was still there, despite it being far from any of those parts of the day. willowpaw herself thought it was weird to see her head-in-the-clouds stupid self scowling, jaw rigid with tension. the cat was nearly certain she had been meant to have her warrior ceremony this meeting. she might not look like the type to keep track of things like that, but she did. and the cat knew she met the requirements. but stupid old her had come late to the meeting. not that she would've deserved a new suffix, even if she had come on time. the thought soured her already sulky expression, and she tried to divert her attention to something else before she could throw an internal tantrum. even though all the actually useful news had most likely already been announced while she was dozing off in the apprentice's den, and that it was an inconvenience to be there, the cat had seated herself by the entrance of the den anyways. gutsgnaw... birdecho. she was faintly startled by the undertone of envy in the thought. the cat didnt join in to the cheering and chanting this time, as she normally would. everything seemed a bit too sullen for that.