[BEAR.]

In the midst of RiverClan was Thistlestep, hanging toward the edge of the crowd with no real interest in joining in. He was never a huge fan of gatherings to begin with, not after the one from a few moons back..

But a familiar gray pelt caught the corner of his eye, and mildly entertained by the thought of giving the she-cat some grief over their last meeting, he parted from RiverClan's crowd to join her.

"Spitfire, was it?" Thistlestep took a seat beside her, not planning on following her if she decided this was the brunt of their discussion. He didn't want to harass her that much. "How's your injuries holding up? I know being stuck around camp can't be that much fun." She'd been wounded when she attacked him in the raid. He figured she'd be a more formidable foe at full health.

[ @Casper ]

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Falcondive was among the first to arrive with ShadowClan, but his interest was less on his own Clan and more on RiverClan. Looking for a familiar gray pelt, or two.. if Frozenpaw and his mother were attending.

Despite how annoying the kit-apprentice could be, he wanted to see if he survived the aftermath of being dropped off again.

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