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As Silverstar walked away, Wolfheart felt much of the tension in his shoulders slowly leak away. It could've gone better, they could've gotten her unconditional support, but if this was the best she was going to give them he wasn't about to let even a tentative alliance slip away. He saw many of the MistClan cats either slipping back into their dens or finding places around the camp in preparation for the meeting that Silverstar said she would call. Now they just had to convince ThornClan.

His head swiveled back around as they began to follow the two MistClan cats to the entrance when a voice called out for them to wait. He recognized Sedgepaw from some of the gatherings. His whiskers twitched in amusement as the young tom rushed over; he could remember the desperation to get out of the elder's den when he was an apprentice. 

He met Lightningnose's gaze and his expression softened slightly before glancing down at the excited face of Ashenpaw. Well now it just felt like they were ganging up on him. [color=0072bc][b]"It's fine with me. I imagine the decision is truly up to his mentor."[/b][/color]

Squirrelpaw now fixed a pleading gaze on Reedmask and Wolfheart shook his head in slight exasperation. One would think they were still kits begging their parents to go play outside. [b]"Well,"[/b] the mottled tom drew the word out and made a show of thinking about it as the three apprentices stared at him, [b]"It's ok with me. He could probably use a break."[/b]

A small, excited meow came from Squirrelpaw as she bounded towards the dark tabby and bumped her head against his shoulder. As they headed through the camp entrance, and he could hear the excited chatter of the apprentices, Wolfheart couldn't help but wonder again how many of these cats might not make it through this fight. Normally he would say that was up to StarClan to decide but he wasn't sure how much they were watching anymore.