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Eveningthaw did a small half circle around the group of gathered cats, finding a place to sit not far from the front but not terribly close. Noting Fadingsun's irritation, Eveningthaw inclined his head to listen. Whatever it was, he figured it was for good reason.

Good reason. . . He hoped it was for good reason, stars. RiverClan didn't need anymore trouble, but it seemed they were going to have to weather the storm until the skies cleared and the sun shone down. But, he had to admit, the routine of warrior work was pretty boring, and his taste for battle hadn't been satiated at the last with ThunderClan. Was he really to blame for his need for a war to watch and fight? It was scarce entertainment from the day-to-day. It wasn't like he was calling out clanmates or stirring problems up at meetings, anyway. He didn't want a war, but he knew that he'd thrive in one. He thrived in most conditions, but especially the fast pace. Regardless, he'd be here, serving his warrior responsibilities dutifully.