[Fawn]

Fawnsqueak had never been amazing at the socialization aspect of these things and zeroed in on the politics for something to occupy him, looking like he belonged rather than looking like a sad loser in a sea of conversation.

And it was weird. Not just.. the general weirdness of this particular gathering (that was another mystery that he intended on investigating later), but he continued to mentally adjust for spotting Sootstar in the place of the RiverClan leader where his mind ingrained attention-catching Lionstar in his golden glory. The shift allowed something of normalcy--back to the typical politically-based gatherings he'd grown up with, but he remembered those days with hesitance. Leaders at each other's throats and no end in sight to the tension.

...Yeah, okay. As fascinating as the politics were, it wasn't just the feeling of appearing out of place that had his fur rising in discomfort. He was grateful for the call to return back to the territory.