[Fawn]

Fawnsqueak heard the ruckus in the clearing and waded through the forming crowd, inquisitive. "What's going on?" he asked nobody in particular, not expecting an answer as he strained to peer above the figures blocking his view, but he swiftly regretted his curious nature as he was met with the unexpected sight of a corpse. Shrinking back down, his face was twisted in mild revolt and conflict. A dead clanmate was seldom good, but their medicine cat... it was tricky to determine where he stood on it. Fawnsqueak didn't recall him being skilled, but he'd also been an oddly adept healer since he couldn't place the name of anybody who'd died in his care. Deciding he didn't need to be front and center during this meeting, he was off to the side, trying to keep his eyes anywhere but on the body.