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[color=0072bc][b]"Of course, Jaystar. We'll return quickly with their decision."[/b][/color] He dipped his head to his leader before he glanced around at the assembled cats. Many of them were helping to prepare Russetfern and he didn't want to pull them away from that. They had the right to be with their clanmate as he journeyed to join StarClan. If they were still watching anyway. 

His eyes landed on the trio of apprentices, [color=0072bc][b]"Finchwing and Ashenpaw, you're coming with me."[/b][/color] Maybe allowing them to see the grief and beliefs of the other clans would make them understand why they had to do this. Might teach Ashenpaw a bit more respect as well, visiting the other clans. He looked around to see who else was mostly unoccupied. He didn't want to bring too many along lest Silverstar saw it as a threat, but he wanted enough for them to be safe in the event of an attack. [color=0072bc][b]"Greenpool and Squirrelpaw, you as well."[/b][/color] The apprentices would be seen as less of a threat, but would be quick enough to run back to camp for help if need be. 

He nodded to himself, that should do well enough. [color=0072bc][b]"Grab something to eat quickly and then we leave."[/b][/color] He padded over to wait by the entrance to camp as they did as he asked. He sat down and curled his tail around large paws, watching the sun begin to fully crest over the horizon and rise above the trees. A sunrise that Russetfern, and many others, would never get to see again thanks to these murders. He could feel the grief beginning to creep into his mind once again and shoved it violently down. There wasn't time to mourn, not yet, so he let the grief fuel the burning fire of rage he could feel. At least one of the other clans had to see how wrong this all was.