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His claws flexed in and out of his sockets, resting carefully next to Leafblossom as he waited for their warriors to come back. The dawn slowly began to rise, peeking over the horizon, and the old man found himself wary. His movements began to pace through the muddy camp. Back, and forth.
But what could he worry about? Everything would be fine, right?
Something nagged at Greywhisker, worse than the pain in his bones, worse than ticks that had dug and nestled into his shoulder blades before. Something was wrong. Heather blue gaze glanced to the waking cats who didn't participate in the raid, but he paid them no mind like he usually did.
His stomach curled and twisted, but he fought the urges, and simply continued to pace.
And finally... Finally, the patrol would return. They were triumphant. He'd pull to his haunches finally, a raspy breath he didn't realize he's been holding exhaling.
Then it caught again as no more seemed to travel in. There were injured, there were other things to deal with. But his eyes became frantic.
"Wheres- where's needledrift?" His tone became frantic, his voice loud. "Where's m' granddaughter?" Desperate, he pulled from his haunches again, double checking the cats that filed in. But he didn't see her. He didn't see her, and he became even more desperate.
"WHERE?" He almost roared, gritting his teeth as grey ears folded back against a dingy white pelt, frustrated. Angry. Upset.
Needledrift was strong. She was fine, she had to be. Maybe she just lingered behind...
He's looking for Needledrift! After the battle!//
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