[Fawn]

Lined with soot and ash with the mental scars burned into his soul, Fawnsqueak was numb while he watched the ceremonies commence, led by an equally-ashen Lionstar atop his Streamstone. The memories of ThunderClan's panicked scramble sat heavier in his lungs than the smoke-ridden air.

His distant stare was interrupted by Echokit's approach and in a foggy mind, he tried to place the name of that one but fell short -- he didn't keep up with the kits of the Clan, had no personal investment in it. All it reminded him of was creepy questions about a dead cat. Out of it, Fawnsqueak hoarsely said, "Oh." Maybe he would've pointed out the inappropriate timing--right after a fire, approaching the cat coated in ash and reeking of smoke, in the middle of a meeting among ceremonies. While he was aware of the disrespect, he didn't comment. Just wanted to get this over with.

@Cobralily