| Buzzardpaw |
Male • 11 Moons • Asiatic Lion • Warrior Apprentice
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Directly} Brazenpaw / {Indirectly} Sorrowing, Bronzeclaw

Buzzardpaw couldn't say he disagreed with Brazenpaw's declaration of disgust. Warthog certainly wasn't his favorite animal to eat or hunt either, but the hardy pigs were likely to be the only prey out and about in this rain. Under normal circumstances he might have offered his agreement with a bright expression and chipper tone, but he couldn't bring himself to so much as glance in Brazenpaw's direction until she made her presence impossible to ignore without being rude. As she padded closer he turned his head to gaze back at her, chin still resting atop his paws. Her comforting words only made the empty feeling in his chest ache and his face showed he didn't quite believe her, though he didn't put his doubt into words. "Thank you..." As Bronzeclaw would be attending the Roaring Call, he didn't image training with another apprentice and her mentor would be much of an issue. "If Sorrowwing doesn't mind my coming along I would be glad to join you," her replied dully, voice lacking it's usual enthusiasm.



| Dawnflower |
Female • 61 Moons • Masai Lion • Warrior
Location: Camp • Mentions: {Indirectly} Nightpaw, Bronzeclaw

Dawnflower watched the Roaring Call group depart, bidding Nightpaw farewell with encouraging words. The young male was no child of her own blood, but over the past moon Dawnflower had come to view herself as a guardian to the lad, as she did with most of the younger lions in the Clan, especially those without an involved parental figure. Part of her wondered if she should have insisted on going tonight, but had enough trust in her Clanmates to see Nightpaw safely to the Moonpool. Bronzeclaw had left no lion in charge before leading the others to the meadow and she wondered who would step forward to take charge of the camp in leader and deputy's absence.