Leechscar padded into the clan meeting and took a seat further in the back of the gathered cats. His green eyes briefly lifted to peer at his mother and check to see if she was under any duress that he could help with, but it seemed she was already. A little troubled by something, but nothing overly stressful. Twilightstar has always been good at masking her troubles though. Perhaps he'd see if she wanted to go hunting later, if he was lucky maybe he could get her to convince Dreamlight to come along.
His sister's been avoiding him like the plague, he was starting to seriously worry about her. As far as he knew she wasn't particularly close to any of the cats in the clan. Even though they preached about all this unity and teamwork and whatnot, Leechscar was dead certain that no one would give a dung if Dreamlight up and died or worse got sick. No one save Twistedkit perhaps would notice her absence, and quite frankly it was really sad. There were so many self-absorbed cats, but it's not like Leechscar wasn't one himself.
"Wait! What?" The young tom hissed softly to himself and perked his ears as he heard Wolffang's name called out by his mother. He had no clue who Coldsong was, but Wolffang.... fur bristled, the large warrior rose and made a swift departure to the warriors' den, a turmoil of emotions. He could still hear his mother's words from within, but he wasn't sitting idle while that guy was around.