~Opalpaw~
The apprentice winced slightly, the Rainclan leader had not taken the bait. She wondered why Tornear hadn't just told the truth, but she supposed that she would explain later. Opalpaw wondered if there was any way she could hep the situation... Before she knew it, her mouth was running. "Don't you know? It's only sun-rise." Opalpaw offered a shy smile, "They're practically half-asleep, it's so quiet."
=Foxtrap=
"Quite well," The orange tom purred in reply to Liontuft. The bones of the rabbit lay before him, and now the warrior was stretching out his muscles for the day ahead of him. He rested on the ground with his eyes half open, bathed in sunlight for a few more minutes, before he was awoken by the sound of his leader's voice. Foxtrap nudged Liontuft and swiftly came up to the cluster of warriors underneath the highrock, his green orbs tilted upward to see Meadowstar.
When her speech was over, his ear flicked in what seemed like a nervous twitch, like something was wrong. That disappeared as he entered Meadowstar's den, the only emotion betraying his face was honest determination. "Meadowstar," He tilted his muzzle downward before looking up again, "I ask that I may stay behind this Gathering." Foxtrap let his ears go back a little, made it look like he was troubled, "I'm concerned about that rogue Liontuft had reported yesterday. I find it only necessary to leave behind a little extra security."
*Oddstar*
Oddstar let out an earth-shaking caterwaul as she noticed the ground coming closer and closer to her face. The sound was caught between fear and fury. As the forest floor struck her chest, knocking the wind out of her, she hoped to Starclan that someone from camp had heard her. However, she didn't have much time to hope, as she lifted herself off the ground and faced her foe. Oddstar snarled, fur puffing out and claws unsheathing, the she-cat becoming nothing more than a bristling bundle of nerves.
"Bring it, rogue. "