[Fawn]

After his visit with Duskstar, Fawnsqueak quickly scurried back to RiverClan, no longer feeling the effects of his injury when he was distracted by their news: ShadowClan had attacked, and why? It wasn't clear to him, it didn't make sense. Pride. Breaking off the alliance. A bruised ego, perhaps? That had filtered through his thoughts at least a dozen times, probably more, as he tried to make sense of the puzzling scenario. It was a better piece to dwell on than the visibly hurt ThunderClanners inside a bloodied camp.

"Lion! Lionstorm!" Fawnsqueak called out, breathless, upon arriving in the RiverClan clearing. "I have.. word from Dusk-- Duskstar." Soft gasps for air interrupted the words; he hadn't realized how fast he'd been traveling, the physical side only catching up now that adrenaline was wearing off. "About ThunderClan. They were attacked... it's not good. Blood everywhere. A raid. Icestar arranged it because of the broken alliance and.. pride, I guess." With the main details reported, Fawnsqueak took a moment to properly recompose himself and straighten his posture from its sad, hunched state. "She was kind of wondering if, maybe, you'd be generous enough to spare warriors like you did with WindClan. Not that she knows about that, I just... thought it might be useful as a comparison."

@BILL.