- There was no resilience to VanillaStar's taking of the reigns, this was his 'camp' after all. They could take small steps in this cordial arrangement and as VanillaStar leapt onto what BeetleStar recognised as a garbage dump, his mother had told him about them and their purpose and in the back of his head a smug humour rose in his mind. 'Of course you'd want to place yourself with crow food where you belong,' it wasn't the time to say such a thing so he kept it to himself and hoped upwards, turning in time to glance towards his people as VanillaStar mentioned his clan. He sat down, tail curled around his paws as he let VanillaStar listen to the sound of his own voice. He nodded passively to what the leader was saying, showing his agreement. As VanillaStar signed off BeetleStar chipped in, "This is for our collective best, medicine cats, deputies and leaders will work together as should you. We should not allow our own selfish desires to dictate the survival of our apprentices, our queens and those who have not yet come to be. We lead by example today, our chance at proving ourselves as heroes of a story that has yet to be told, stay strong we will get through this. Remember to follow your gut."
He took a moment from the perch to watch his problem cats, eyeing them tentatively before leaping down to follow VanillaStar. He looked at the tom begin to settle down and for a brief moment he considered the romantic thought of biting into his rival's throat and giving it his best go at killing him. It was a terrible thought, one he would never follow through on. There was no honour in killing that way and he hoped that sentiment was mutual. Should it come to the worst he'd hope that they could agree to a fair fight to the death. He let out a low chuckle and curled up a few tail lengths away from the other leader, head tilting at his deputy and medicine cats, asking them to join him. After waiting a moment her lowered his head and let sleep take him.