Exhaustion nips at his every limb, but Dimmingsun knows this is no time to rest. It had only been a few days since WindClan had gotten driven out of their camp by mere water, but it feels like a lifetime has passed since then. He wants nothing more than to curl up in a safe, warm nest, like his other Clanmates yearn for no doubt, but this is not the place to do so. They have slowly but surely come together in a spot on the moor, families and friends reuniting after having sought flimsy refugee in scattered, temporary camps. At least they're all together now. But now... perhaps the hardest task is still ahead of them: rebuilding efforts.
Dimmingsun looks at Meadowpaw like he wants to say something else- something more. He hopes the twinkle in his eye is enough of a promise. For now, they have to talk together, and scrape the Clan together once more. His tail lingers on her shoulder before he rounds up the entire council. Merrystalk may not be in the best of conditions, but if nothing else, he can still chime in with his opinion or a suggestion. StarClan knows they're in desperate need for the latter.
He nods to all of them in turn, and sweeps his gaze over the rest of the Clan, too. This is not a private discussion.
"Meadowpaw,"
he breathes like he scarcely believes it. His apprentice looks awful—he must look exactly the same—but at least she's alive. As far as he knows, everybody has made it out. Their only injury is mental; the fear, the uncertainty, and the knowledge that they had been stripped of their home for the second time in WindClan's history.Dimmingsun looks at Meadowpaw like he wants to say something else- something more. He hopes the twinkle in his eye is enough of a promise. For now, they have to talk together, and scrape the Clan together once more. His tail lingers on her shoulder before he rounds up the entire council. Merrystalk may not be in the best of conditions, but if nothing else, he can still chime in with his opinion or a suggestion. StarClan knows they're in desperate need for the latter.
He nods to all of them in turn, and sweeps his gaze over the rest of the Clan, too. This is not a private discussion.
"I'm glad everybody is safe,"
he starts, clearing his throat. "Now that we're together again, we need to focus on our home. There are cats to take care of, but we can't do that when we're this... exposed."
Dimmingsun looks at Dustystar then. The council will talk, but it is the leader who will make the final decision; hopefully one that suits WindClan's needs in this specific moment. "How should we go about this?"
Talking to @Meadowpaw, @Dustystar, and the entire council, but no need to wait! This is technically a council discussion, but the entire Clan is present, and thus able to contribute.
