[ShadowFire 1967]

Originally Posted by Deranged Llama

Rumblestorm looked to his left as he heard the familiar soft sound of falling pawsteps. He blinked once, taking in the cat. He didn't recognize him,though that wasn't to be expected. ShadowClan had grown so much that he often found it hard to remember every cat's name. "I'm doing quite fine, to be honest." He meowed conversationally, dipping his head to lap at a rather stubborn piece of fur that was sticking up. "I trust the same to you?" The marbled tom glanced up once after asking the question, then returned to his grooming. In all honest, he wasn't actually feeling as down as usual. He was just beginning to lapseback into the familiar hardworking warrior he had been before Willowpetal's death. It was honestly a relief not to be carrying around the burden of grief that layer on his shoulders that felt like clouds before a heavy rainstorm. Now, the feeling was more like the puffy clouds during a summer day. They were always present in the sky but never quite dark enough to blot out the sun. At least, not for too long.

yeah I'm doing alright *he said* i can tell there's something on your mind do you mind telling me what's up *he asked*