Stoatdance blinked in confusion, moving to sit beneath the Streamstone. Why was the dirt-covered cat- Dirtfur, she remembered- calling a Clan meeting? Had Lionstar approved this? Where was the golden leader, anyway? Her eye narrowed as she looked up at Dirtfur. She sat calmly, tail curled over her paws, and perked her ears. Whatever the warrior had to say, she would listen to it.
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Ratpaw slid from the apprentice's den with a grimace, having heard a voice other than Goldie's calling for a meeting. He rolled his eyes, spotting the weirdo dirt-cat atop the Streamstone. Walking toward it, he snorted, green eyes focused on Dirtfur. "Did you eat Goldie or something? Why're you making an announcement and not him?" he questioned, smirking at his own joke.
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Mapleflame looked up as Dirtfur jumped onto the Streamstone, resting in his usual place in the clearing. He flicked an ear in faint acknowledgment. Lionstar was letting warriors give announcements now? It was his choice, Mapleflame supposed. The scarred tom sat up slightly, showing that he would only be half-listening to what the dirt-covered cat had to say.