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[THRASHERTHROAT]

જ➶ A glint of worry. A hint down their spine. Why would they not be when there is talk as it is of what happened at the gathering. The way things sound and the sureness that something will erupt soon. They want to talk to their sibling, take back that closeness they used to have. A slow breath leaves them then as they make their way to the den of their leader and casually they stick their head in. "Mirestar, come take a walk with me. We can chat and maybe hunt. Catch up after that....show before the full moon." There is strees in their tone but they back up and hope for the best. Stepping aside to all them to get out they keep that formal smile upon their muzzle. Yet it doesn't reach their eyes. With a slight beckoning they start to lead the way out of camp, tail swaying back and forth. The pine trees surround them soon and they breath out slowly before pausing to look over their shoulder. Only now realizing just how fast they are walking. "I'm sorry I'm..." The words elude them on how they are feeling. They know that no matter what they stand with their clan. This is no doubt. Their smile falters, wobbles before resetting. "We don't get to talk together much. Is everything okay? Are you okay? The clan is talking."

They begin with narrowing eyes that flick toward the mud laden ground. Shuffling their paws they suck in more air, too much breathing. "Salamandersnap said you were angry. That something is going to happen because of Applejaw. Flamestar snapped at you?" Did Mire accuse Thunderclan outright for the murder? They were not there so they don't know but worry does tick down their spine. Though if they are honest Thunderclan and Shadowclan have never been friends. Especially with their usual comments about the way their clan smells.

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[MIRESTAR]

The weight of the Gathering settles heavily upon weary shoulders; surely they should not be feeling this early on, just a mere moon into their leadership, at the first sign of trouble? But the nagging feeling will simply not cease — Mirestar deems it to be the right choice, for ShadowClan cannot say silent when something like this happens... but all the same, Flamestar's reaction has startled them. Even with miles and miles of territory between themself and all inhabitants of the other camps, Mirestar feels hundreds upon hundreds of eyes on them.

They keep watching. Slit pupils, glowing irises... they're all waiting for them to falter.

It is Thrasherthroat's voice and presence that shakes them out of the trance-like state; and though it is much appreciated, they, too, bring up the subject at paw. Mirestar supposes that's only fair. Attention has been brought to it, and now it is as natural as conversations about the weather.

"I'd love to," they say with full sincerity, but the smile that comes with it is wobbly.

The cold is refreshing as they welcome the air into their lungs, but that does not stop them from getting bogged down in the details. "I'm sorry, I... don't want it to be like that. For us to not talk as much." Supposedly Mirestar has not quite climbed out of the hole they've dug for themself in the wake of Smogstar's disappearance. They seek out the company of others just like before... but has it been flimsy with Thrasherthroat?

The Clan is talking. That's all they ever do. Whispers and gossip and rumors that they pretend not to hear. Mirestar isn't certain which ones are real and which ones had been born from the concerns within their mind.

Mirestar's round eyes soften as they look at Thrasherthroat. Of course, they hadn't attended the Gathering. That's all they mean by talking — not that ShadowClan is planning to weed out their half-baked leader. "Yes... well. I was more in shock than angered." A fluffy hide slots alongside Thrasherthroat as they walk in perfect unison. "Flamestar is outraged that I accused her. I simply stated the facts: that Applejaw's body was found right at her border. I do not know how she doesn't see our perspective. She would be flailing with all four limbs and a tail if the roles were reversed."

Idly, they wonder if they should reveal their idea to Thrasherthroat. A joined alliance in times of need; it is a sound idea, surely, but perhaps Mirestar should palpate elsewhere first. "Have they talked about anything else? Salamandersnap and the others?"
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