Sparrowprowl watched the exile in silence, his jaw clamped shut and the wound above his eyes still throbbing with pain. He was still waiting to have it healed, and it seems Icestar has caught on to the neglect of the medicine cat. While previously it sickened him to watch a cat killed in the center of clan, the tom found that he wasn't too shocked to see Icestar fighting Shadestripe. And he wasn't upset about it. In fact, he felt sort of melancholic, reflecting about how, when he was younger, all this violence would have absolutely terrified him and saddened him. Times were changing though. Shadowclan would be for the better without the tom there, hopefully. Hopefully the apprentice Bearpaw could help him. He was terrified that his scratch was going to get infected. Fox scratches easily got infected didn't they?
Flicking his ear, he watched the medicine cat get repulsed from Shadowclan. At least he knew he would never be stupid enough to get yelled at by Icestar. He might not have been the best warrior, but he did what he had to do. Maybe he'd get better with time now that his father was in the elders den, away from him. He could finally grow as a tom.
Badgerscar sat near the entrance of the elders den to watch this event, his scar thrumming softly with pain, too much more movement would cause the pain to flair. He watched with little interest as the medicine cat was driven out, he didn't know the tom, didn't care for him. There were little things he cared about now, he had no more duties, nothing but to lay there, eat, sleep and wait for the day Starclan took him away to Silverpelt. Part of him wished he still had duties, but he knew there wouldn't be much he could do with the growing problem of his scar.