[wolfie]

@/willowfern.. for the sass @jupiter
The bobtail searched Roosterflame's for a flicker of meaning. "..Hard for anyone to dictate that decision if they don't know what the hell is going on, " Asterdance pointed out bluntly, a touch of fire to their words. Not directed towards the tom himself but they couldn't help but narrow their gaze at the ominous answer. All they were taking it was yeah, the kits shouldn't be here. They found themselves taking a few steps back as cats begun to crowd Roosterflame for answers. Man. With the tom standing near the base of the Thunderwillow, there was no way for them to be able to even try and get a chance at reading his lips. Even slightly.

Confusion bubbled through them as their wounds ached. Asterdance felt as if they may be simply swallowed up by the crowd. .. (God, did anyone even notice they were here?)

Instead, their gaze swept across the crowd. Eyes landing on Cinderpaw and Sundust, .. and the small familiar kit that stood with them. With all the chaos swarming about them, they felt themself feel slight relief. At least the stars finally did something good and bring someone worthy back. Asterdance had their own curiosities, but they were tired. Too tired to question and they were grateful. As rain begun to drone onto their fluffy pelt, Asterdance looked to the sky.

Their wounds ached, and they weren't okay. They weren't okay at all. They could pretend to. The silence and the rainy sky were comforting.

The warrior's fur had started to stand up on its own, and their heart skipped a beat.

They blinked.

It felt as if that world had collapsed for even a second.

Asterdance hadn't been looking at the Thunderwillow, but it was the vibrations that shook them through the very core. The ground shook with fury and they ducked to the floor with a yelp of fear, confusion swirling in their very soul. Primal fear radiating from them, shaking wildly as they were wrecked with a choking sob. Prepared for the pain that never came.

they felt so small.

Then, eventually, they raised their head shakily and everything was not bursting with flames. There was no one laying across the floor dead. Their immediate thought was the kits, the poor kits. It was what shook them from their trance. Asterdance's eyes widened, watching one of the small ones attempt to dive into the leader's den. The fragments of the bark surely would cause harm. So, they picked themselves up and made a rush to it.

"Fireflykit!" Asterdance called out and chased after the scrawny tortieshell. Large paws slammed against the fragments, but it didn't do much as they attempted to scoop her into their warm arms. "Oh, come here, kitto. I got you - promise, promise. You don't need to be alone, okay? You're safe, it's going to be okay, " They cooed softly.