Ripplewhisker’s ears twitched to the sound of a cat calling out a meeting from the Streamstone. He gave his mate a gentle nudge and stood up, walking over to join the others. A small black kitten tried to scamper after him, but the warrior abruptly stopped in his tracks and glared down at his new son. “Sproutkit - stay with Swallowstorm. You’re too young to be involved in this.” He told him sternly and the small tom-kit flattened his tiny ears, going back to his other parent and curling up in his paws. The dark-furred warrior gave a light sigh and sat down among the other gathering Riverclan members, looking up at the tom-cat that now stood up on the Streamstone. “What in Starclan's name could be going on now?” The warrior hissed under his breath, irritated by this clan’s recent events and just wanting to be with his mate and child. Ripplewhisker’s orange-tipped tail flicked back and forth, content and quiet.