————//Blackbirdwing //————
The Tom’s gaze fell upon the leader, his fur standing on end. What was Bumblestar wanting to talk about? If it was an exile or a death he didn’t want to hear about it but, like he’d said to Burningpaw earlier, he wasn’t going to get under Bumblestar’s fur for no reason. His paws carried him to the edge of the clearing. Maybe he’d get to meet some new cats. Maybe talk to an enforcer.. or Spiderthroat or Wolfpaw. It wasn’t likely but still.. He could dream couldn’t he?
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