Mousestar climbed up pointed stones and overlooked the clan. His clanmates sat below, chattering among themselves. It had been a day since the fox attack, and two since they found the intruder on their territory, and it caused suspicion. His warriors and apprentices were getting injured left and right. Appledove was dead, Hazelpelt was in critical condition, and Coalpaw and Doepaw were in bad condition from the attacks.
The small tom sat down, curling his tail over his paws. His mate's blood still stained his fur and he hadn't washed it. He just sat by her all night and it began to show in his eyes. A howl rose from his chest, "everyone gather for a clan meeting." He looked over the clan with exhausted green eyes. They broke the chatter and looked up at him.
Coalpaw limped to the exit of the tunnel that dispersed into the dens. He leaned against the wall, looking up at his leader. Around him, Twigleg gathered at the base of the rock and Jumpwing sat next to her, looking expectantly at their leader.
Mousestar nodded, his eyes were warm and grateful, but inside he still felt slightly conflicted. He knew many of his warriors would still not see his reasoning. His ears pricked as Blackrose broke their conversation and turned away. His eyes narrowed as he searched the entrance.