Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 40 Moons
Bilingual T3 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Killer Aptitude T3
It felt a little more bearable to be sat besides Violetfreckle and Spiderthroat right now, like Mudhound had a sort of barrier against having to face the clan right now. They didnt think Sprucejumper, Wolfhawk, or anyone would judge them right now of course, but they were just so overwhelmed even the clans gaze felt too much.
For a time it seemed like Mudhound would spend the meeting slumped with eyes vacant, but a couple of names they knew actually somehow drew their attention and caused the tripods head to raise. Mantiskit and Quackkit, two of the kits who'd been hit by the sickness as well and who somehow survived despite all odds. Quackkit in particular was sweet, had been a bright spot to Mudhound before the darkness became too overwhelming, and it was a hopeful thing that she'd be able to grow up when so many didnt.
The sickness hadnt destroyed everything, despite how much it felt like it did.