╔═══════════════╗Shorestar∞ molly || leader || 72 moons || crush:none
SunClan || gathering || tag: open
Voice:Emily Prentiss ╚═══════════════╝ Shorestar sprinted back to camp, trusting her deputy to take care of any stragglers. She scented that Thinpelt had left before the rest of the Clan made it out of the clearing and the further she ran, the stronger the scent. As she neared camp, Shorestar slowed to a walk and let the impact of what had happened hit her. Flameheart was dead and no one knew how it had happened. The pale ginger leader sighed and approached the rock she used to call meetings, waiting for her Clan to pour in behind her. They needed to discuss this.
╔═══════════════╗Fogslip∞ molly || warrior || 28 moons || crush:none
SunClan || gathering || tag: Shorestar
Voice:Parker ╚═══════════════╝ Fogslip padded back to camp, her paws never making a sound on the forest floor. As she slipped in through the camp entrance. She caught a glimpse of Shorestar's ginger pelt glowing silver in the moonlight. Her leader's face looked worried as her head tilted toward the cloudy sky.
╔═══════════════╗Tumblebrush∞ tom || warrior || 32 moons || crush: Cherrynose
EmberClan || gathering || tag: Swiftspirit, Poppystem
Voice:Derek Morgan ╚═══════════════╝ Tumblebrush saw his patched leader heading out and to camp. Standing to his paws, he gently nudged Poppystem to her paws, nodding gratefully to Mintpaw for her help.
"Lets get you back." He mewed softly to the elder as he supported her trembling frame.
Poppystem only nodded, holding her bad leg up off the ground slightly as she walked forward.
"I couldn't do anything to save him..." She whispered softly, eyes glazed over in shock as her son helped her to her feet.
"I know..." Tumblebrush tried not to think about the dead deputy as he and Swiftspirit's lead Poppystem out of the clearing.
╔═══════════════╗Pipitpaw∞ tom || apprentice || 10 moons || crush: none
EmberClan || gathering || tag:Wolfpaw
Voice:Anton Yelchin ╚═══════════════╝ Pipitpaw glanced at Wolfpaw curiously for a second before catching his meaning.
"Yeah, it's going alright. My mentor is teaching me new stuff every n- er, day." The tabby never talked about his training with Frozenpool and so wasn't used to keeping it discrete. He looked around and lowered his voice.
"I'm glad they took care of that traitor, though." His voice was quiet but also low in a threatening way.