Irisfrost
Dusklion started to recount the story, and Irisfrost glanced at the cats around them to try to gauge their reactions. She had been there, but the others had not. Most looked shocked. Alarmed. Angry. No sign of another traitor there, as far as she could tell. They were all united in their fury at the traitor who had lived alongside them and now had tried to take out the cat keeping them stable, whether they liked Fadingstar or not. A rare moment in the so often deeply divided clan.
After giving a warning of what the fate of any cat who attempted treason would be, Dusklion dismissed the meeting. Irisfrost was about to stand up and leave when the deputy sought her and Beastflame out.
We're going traitor hunting. Glad she had been chosen for such a role (even if it was only because she had been on the patrol that found Fadingstar), Irisfrost padded after Dusklion with newfound determination. The deputy didn't look sick anymore. She was out for vengeance; Irisfrost knew she wouldn't hesitate to rip her claws through the traitor's pelt. And neither would she.
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