Riverclan had teetered their way in the clearing next. More of a spring in their step compared to their last visits. For good reason too. The kits were pleased, and when the kits were pleased the Queens are pleased, and so on and so on. More of a chipper chatter came from his clanmates, which made him climb up the rock with pride. A rare, faint smile plastered on his face.
With his chipper attitude Fallenstar gave Passionstar a dip of the head, and even gave Blazingstar a quick, curt nod. Nothing more though. He still detested the ginger Tom. Well. Detest was a strong word. More like, hate, or despise now. The leader still didn’t forgive the other for what he’s done to his clanmates, the lives he took and all because of Blazingstars pettiness.
He quickly sat himself down on a comfortable patch of moss, sweeping his tail around his paws.