Irisfrost
Fadingstar looked terrible. His eyes were dull and his ribs jutted out from under his pelt. But she supposed he was lucky to be alive after consuming an amount of poison that would have killed most cats. StarClan must be protecting him, protecting
them, after all. Despite how silent they seemed in the face of RiverClan's suffering, they had reached out to keep the leader alive and prevent them from spiralling into chaos. That gave her hope, at least. Maybe things would be okay after all.
Irisfrost sat down and waited for the meeting to start, wondering what Fadingstar had to say. Dusklion had already announced the attack, so that couldn't be it. Maybe it was a regular clan meeting. He was certainly in no shape to resume his normal duties, but this wasn't a strenous activity. Berrypaw (she was about to say Mistyshard, but she hadn't been around, had she?) must have cleared him for that.