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FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan Deputy | 23 moons | Massive, scarred dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes.
Killer Aptitude T1 | Just a scratch
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Flintclaw was still a bit in shock, but took his seat beside Stormcrest as clanmates resumed cheers. It only burned him to hear of Dragonflycliff. He wasn't quite so vehemently angry at Hollowpaw. It was probably best for the clan, in all reality. Spiderthroat called for Dragonflykit. His own daughter. The dark tabby watched and kept his head high while he sat. He didn't care that his chest still burned. It didn't matter than he couldn't feel his left paw anymore, nor that an ear that no longer existed burned like the sun.

It was certainly a choice... but could he really blame the new leader for hand-picking those in such a precious position? One that always seemed to fail in Thunderclan? He didn't know exactly what he had done to be on the newly made leader's radar, but he knew he would continue to prove it to be the correct choice. He cheered Dragonflypaw's name along with the clan, regardless of the pain of his ribs.

It was strange how Reddove could go from insults to cheering his name. Something told him, though, that he would certainly continue his prodding another time. There was certainly no doubt that Dragonflycliff-

Wait, that wasn't the cat he was thinking of. His eyes fell on the calico she-cat at the back of the crowd and his chest clenched painfully. He heard her call his name. Call Dragonflypaw's name. He knew she wasn't there. She couldn't be there. He turned his attention away as best he could, focusing on the announcements that were quickly resuming. Maybe it was time to rethink his understanding of Starclan. His chest only tightened more as Chasmpaw proved that he wasn't seeing things.

He made a mental note to find the 'paw after this meeting was over.

@Bob the Venomous Bird (Chasmpaw mention.)
@Marigoldwhisper (For the Reddove mention.)