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He feels as if he has stagnated like water pooled from the river, a puddle left to steep in the sun. Outside an initial outburst, he feels he has had no time to mourn still - but he doesn't know exactly what it was he wished to mourn at all. WindClan's treacherous behavior was only a single claw on a set that cut him and he feels more tired than he thinks he can even adequately explain; weighted down by the world so heavily its a wonder he had the energy to even be righteously angry at the gathering. Emotionl dettachment aside, something needed to be done and it was gratifying the other clans were all on the same page as far as their view of the moorlands. At the very least, differences aside, they had allies and would not face this issue alone. He'd called the meeting several days after the gathering, allowing the clan to burn out the embers of their fury and get back to their duties before bringing it up once more with hopefully more clear minds and sensible approaches.
"...we can not let WindClan's transgressions be so easily forgiven or forgotten, but leafbare approaches and I worry what a war may do so early into the cold seasons. Is it worth the risk? What options do we have? The other clans, at least, are on our side and that much is clear but will they fight or do they share the same concerns?"
Herbs would be harder for Ravensong to find when the chill killed the land, wounds would risk festering and growing worse - even the more minimal of them. The river may very well freeze over and flood again, leaving them without a proper camp another year in a row and putting them closer to WindClan's border yet again as the Beech Copse was their only real place to set up in that would not risk the waters overtaking and allow them room. The nursery had just cleared out, at least, several new apprentices to be taught hunting to assist in keeping the clan fed but would they face the same prey shortage as before?
"...I would hear your thoughts..." He prods lightly, a nod of a gesture to each of his council in turn in the hopes of gleening more insight or ideas.
He feels as if he has stagnated like water pooled from the river, a puddle left to steep in the sun. Outside an initial outburst, he feels he has had no time to mourn still - but he doesn't know exactly what it was he wished to mourn at all. WindClan's treacherous behavior was only a single claw on a set that cut him and he feels more tired than he thinks he can even adequately explain; weighted down by the world so heavily its a wonder he had the energy to even be righteously angry at the gathering. Emotionl dettachment aside, something needed to be done and it was gratifying the other clans were all on the same page as far as their view of the moorlands. At the very least, differences aside, they had allies and would not face this issue alone. He'd called the meeting several days after the gathering, allowing the clan to burn out the embers of their fury and get back to their duties before bringing it up once more with hopefully more clear minds and sensible approaches.
"...we can not let WindClan's transgressions be so easily forgiven or forgotten, but leafbare approaches and I worry what a war may do so early into the cold seasons. Is it worth the risk? What options do we have? The other clans, at least, are on our side and that much is clear but will they fight or do they share the same concerns?"
Herbs would be harder for Ravensong to find when the chill killed the land, wounds would risk festering and growing worse - even the more minimal of them. The river may very well freeze over and flood again, leaving them without a proper camp another year in a row and putting them closer to WindClan's border yet again as the Beech Copse was their only real place to set up in that would not risk the waters overtaking and allow them room. The nursery had just cleared out, at least, several new apprentices to be taught hunting to assist in keeping the clan fed but would they face the same prey shortage as before?
"...I would hear your thoughts..." He prods lightly, a nod of a gesture to each of his council in turn in the hopes of gleening more insight or ideas.
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—⊰⋅ Leader of RiverClan
—⊰⋅ He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
—⊰⋅ Black tom w/vitiligo & one orange eye.