~Emberpaw of Thunderclan | Open~
Slinking back as the events unfolded before her, Emberpaw cringed as the acrid, metal-laced scent of blood hit her nose.
There's supposed to be a truce! Does that not include outsiders?
She looked around frantically for someone to run to, but none of her close friends were here. Her mentor wasn't here. She had nowhere to turn. Pupils wide in distress, but not wanting to draw Dawnstar's ire, she moved to the very back of the gathering and sat, hunched, fear in her eyes.
~Moonfrost of Riverclan | @
masquerade ~
Watching the events unfold, the dark tabby shook her head.
A murder at a gathering, what next. What else could possibly go wrong.
She watched the cats from her clan as the apprentices attending the gathering began to react, some very much as expected upon seeing such cruelty for the first time. Then a voice rang out above the others.
Cloudpaw?
She looked at the young apprentice with realization. Cloudpaw was Kestrelstar's apprentice, and he had to attend to the gathering. Standing, she padded over to the young cat and licked her forehead, trying to calm her, before lifting a paw, inviting Cloudpaw to burrow into her fur for comfort.
You poor, sweet little thing. Let me help you.
Her blue eyes fixed on the little molly, full of concern and warmth for the fluffy little cat.
~Wolfsong of Riverclan | Open~
Shaking her head in disgust, the silver tabby looked around at the gathering.
Stormpelt? He's supposed to be exiled!
She squinted at the commotion occurring before Dawnstar's actions drew her attention. Seemed a traitor to her clan had also appeared. She didn't necessarily approve of the outright killing of the cat, but it wasn't her clan, so it wasn't her business. Instead, she kept her expression neutral and watched as her sister went to comfort Cloudpaw.
Good, she'll know what to do.