Sparrowpaw plodded - a bit unenthusiastically - into the assembling throng of cats, her head slung unusually low. Training in the Dark Forest had left the haughty she-cat drained and unusually lethargic, but she was still relatively interested in what Icestar had to say.
Blinking solemnly, Sparrowpaw took a quiet seat near the edge of the gathering crowd.