The ink colored warrior poked his head out the Warriors den, his silver orbs gave nothing away, his postiure gave nothing away. His eyes were dull and almost seemed lifeless. He padded out of the den, his brother quickly followed suit. The golden warrior and the black warrior walked side by side, their strides identical. The brawnier, more muscular one looked around, his blue orbs flickered with curiosity. "Hey.... do you think something happened?" he whispered to his brother, his voice low "I heard rumors that Hiddentalon died...do you think it's true?" Dayhum asked, his tail tip flicked back and fourth. He had a feeling his brother would know, he always did, and somethimes that scared the golden warrior.
"We'll see once Snowstar tells us the meaning behind this meeting." he answered cooly, his silver orbs lickered with untold emotions. Something was wrong, he had never seen the leader so upset, her eyes blazed with anger, Nightcry could tell that his brother could sense it as well, something had gone wrong in the meeting with the Windclan leader.