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Drizzlecloud stepped out of the medicine den at Bumblestar’s call, head hanging low as she slipped out into the crowd. Her eyes landed on Cherrypaw, who certainly looked worse for wear, and with that in mind she decided to approach her. With a gentle tap on the apprentice’s shoulder and a soft hum to let her know who she was, she seated herself beside the young molly. “Hey, Cherrypaw. You look a little bit shaken up, what’s the matter? Has something been bothering you lately?”
Cherrypaw shivered slightly. Why was she so scared? Who knows. Then a tap on her shoulder made her jump about two tail-lengths and whip her head around with a yowl. It was Drizzlecloud. Oh gosh... She took a deep breath. "Wh-" If she didn't whip her head around, the hum would have told her it was the medicine cat that Cherrypaw began to Believe was her adoptive mother. She leaned on the larger Molly. "I... I don't know. Everything is... I'm scared I guess... My warrior training is almost done..."
The apprentice took a seat beneath the Stormcrest, looking up towards Bumblestar. Her tail twitched with anticipation of the announcements. The last meeting wasn't a good one for her and she hoped this wasn't anything similar.
The warrior came to Bumblestar's call and found himself seated beneath the Stormcrest at the back of the gathering group of cats. His gaze shifted through the crowd looking for Drizzlecloud specifically. She happened to be busy with an apprentice, so Sparrowpelt chose to stick to where he was, kneading his paws into the ground. His gaze would look towards their leader, awaiting her announcements.
Ugh. Tansyjaw had NOT been planning on attending a meeting in the cold today, but you couldn't always get what you wanted. She was used to it by now. She almost NEVER got what she wanted. Like respectable in-laws. Ick. But her presence was required, or Tansyjaw wanted to think it was, and so she slid past Goatscrunch and out into the clearing, making her way to the crowd with as much of a haughty 'I can't believe I have to do this' air as possible. Too early. Too cold. Her elder-in-arms preferred to voice his displeasure at this vocally, she would do hers with her attitude. And she'd look great doing so, too. (OPEN)
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Bumblestar took her place at the top of the Stormcrest and sat down, paws crossed and hooked over the edge of the rock as per usual so she could watch her Clan take their seats. There were several things that needed to get done today and she wanted it over with quickly, especially with the chilly weather.
She almost didn't want to leave the comfort of the warrior's den -- going out there would mean inevitably looking up and seeing her. But... it would be worse if she didn't, right? No, no. Violetfreckle had to squash down her stupid, wrong feelings sooner or later. With bile in her throat, the tabby she-cat walked out of the den and tucked herself near the back of the crowd, unable to look up from her paws.
From the nursery, a small and interested Wormkit poked her head out to see what all that commotion had been about. There as so much noise out here! And her eyes seriously burned from the bright, harsh and unwelcoming light, a stark difference to the nursery. Not time to leave yet, nope - no way! Backing up slightly into the darkness, the little worm decided she would snoop from here. Like she was playing hide and seek!
Ugh. Tansyjaw had NOT been planning on attending a meeting in the cold today, but you couldn't always get what you wanted. She was used to it by now. She almost NEVER got what she wanted. Like respectable in-laws. Ick. But her presence was required, or Tansyjaw wanted to think it was, and so she slid past Goatscrunch and out into the clearing, making her way to the crowd with as much of a haughty 'I can't believe I have to do this' air as possible. Too early. Too cold. Her elder-in-arms preferred to voice his displeasure at this vocally, she would do hers with her attitude. And she'd look great doing so, too. (OPEN)
~ Lioncrest ~
Padding out from the warrior's den, the large golden tome gave his fluffy pelt a quick shake to floof it up as much as possible like a barrier between himself and the cold weather. Amber eyes quickly scanned the crowd for his pregnant mate, but upon discovering her lack of presence his tail twitched behind him with the slightest hint of worry. She was probably (hopefully) resting. Resting in the delightfully cushy nest he'd meticulously created for her. Paws-crossed that nothing was amiss.
However, upon glancing through the crowd he spotted the distinctive form of his family's matriarch (looking somewhat displeased). Large paws brought him swiftly to her side, settling into a regal sitting position beside and slightly behind her. There was enough room that his grandmother could scoot closer if she wished for a large portable heater, but Lioncrest would never dare to make that (or any) decision on her behalf.
"Good morning grandmother," he rumbled, giving his ruff a few quick licks to make sure he stayed as presentable as possible even when he was fluffed out like a pile of golden cotton. "I hope you are staying well in this weather."
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Mapleface sat in the entrance of the warrior's den, head tipped back to look at the oh-so-glorious leader sitting at the front of the Clan, her emerald hues near-lifeless. Her jaw was clenched, bristling tail fanning out behind her. A warning in it's own. Bumblestar needed to pay for all the crimes she'd committed, that was for sure.
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