He had searched the group of cats for one that he has found in his company more than one would expect. Springlight... but she wasn't here yet, wow! Maybe she'll be the one who is late this time. Orangeblossom hasn't had much luck being on time to meetings and one time he does, Springlight is the one running late hehe. He wouldn't tease her for it though, as a medicine cat, especially one running solo now, he expected her to be busier than ever which is saying something because it wasn't Springlight to take a break. The warrior gave a sad little sigh and made his way- oh wowzers! That was Bumblestare with blood over her... how delightful. Perhaps she found that rogue that killed Mushroompaw, he sure hoped so.
For now, the warrior settled underneath the meeting spot, ready to hear from his leader. He could only hope that it would be good news, he couldn't really handle any bad news right now. He's hardly even had any time to properly grieve his siblings... or no, it wasn't grieving, they aren't dead... just lots, they'll return. They are strong! They'll return. Orangeblossom took in a deep breath through his mouth and held it in his chest long enough to start to burn before releasing it through his nose. Everything is fine, everything is fine. No reason to be upset. The blood on Bumblestar was likely just from that rogue finally being found. That's all.
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with the sudden and surprising need for company, (no actually it wasnt all that surprising who was he kidding?) horsetrot shifted in his seat, two coloured eyes shifting from bumblestar on the stormcrest and down to the cats in front, behind and around him before they landed on the orange tom he had now selected as his newest victim. nimble white paws (although some would disagree, he wasnt really known for being quiet) carried the tom towards orangeblossom, feathery tail twitching in a friendly manner. "g'mornin' orangeblossom" he mewed, voice rough and laced with curiosity, the white feline had picked up the other toms close relations to springblossom over time and now that their medicine cat specifically wasnt at this meeting, he might as well sit with her little boyfriend or whatever orangeblossom was to her. "sounds rather serious dont ya think?" he cocked his head, taking note of orangeblossoms off behaviour, sadness perhaps? and filed it for later. the mental collection of orangeblossom emotions was small and dusty, he didnt really care much, but now that he would be spending at least 15 minutes next to the other...he might as well dust a bit. "ya look a bit under th' weather, ya okay?" horsetrot enquired, pale eyes softening as he glanced up at the ginger tom through his lashes and gently knocked their shoulders together.
( hope no one has replies to this yet errr )
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Snakepelt padded over to the Stormcrest and sat down, curling their tail around their paws. They made a note of the rather tense atmosphere. Tense in terms of they didn't know why Bumblestar's fur was on end. Though, in all modesty, it wasn't their business. At least, not until the news was announced.
- Wolfpaw -
- He/Him - 6 Moons - ThunderClan Apprentice -
- A large dark brown tabby tom with green eyes and a missing hind leg -
Oookkkaaayyy, something was weird about this meeting. Wolfpaw lifted his head as he watched Bumblestar burst into camp and leaped on the stormcrest. His green eyes widened at the harshness of the leader's voice. Okay, something was definitely wrong. The tripod lifted himself up from his place outside the apprentice den and hobbled over to the stormcrest, gaze in search of one cat. Once he spotted them, Wolfpaw hobbled over and sat themselves down next to them. "What's wrong with Bumblestar? What do ya think happened?" he asked, scooting closer to Mudhound. After the ghost thing when exploring RiverClan, Wolfpaw knew his mentor would protect him. "I don't like this," the young tabby muttered, green gaze on his leader.
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Drizzlecloud had been seated out in the clearing, enjoying the sun when Bumblestar and her patrol had arrived home. The scent of blood was what truly caught her attention, and her brows furrowed together in concern as she watched her leader make her way up to the stormcrest.
She looks angry. Green eyes wandered over to Spiderthroat, who looked equally as infuriated as Bumblestar did. Carrying herself closer to the space beneath Thunderclan's usual meeting point, she resisted the urge to approach Spiderthroat to ask what had happened. Surely, the news would be delivered to the clan shortly.
A certain feeling of uncertainty became apparent in her gut, a heavy yet somehow hollow feeling that made her feel uneasy. The voices had gone uncharacteristically quiet, even that of the soft, helpful one that she had grown used to. The star on her shoulder had gone quiet along with the shadows that loomed over her back. What was the meaning of all of this?
[ @SuspiciousMindz if sparrow wants to come sit with her ]
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