08-14-2020, 06:33 PM
The sound of the horn ringing out was... surprising. Michael had figured that they wouldn't be having a meeting anytime soon, thinking that Goldie would need far more time in order to settle her spirits, and grieve. Despite this, it wasn't exactly the most surprising thing in the world. Even though he wasn't as close to Goldie as some, the thief had certainly picked up on the fact that Goldie threw herself into her work, the tigress constantly needing something to focus on. Part of him wanted to call up to her, and try to convince her to climb down from her throne and go, like... take a nap, or something along those lines. He didn't, however, keeping his mouth shut as he padded over near Keona, sitting back and shifting a little. He wasn't quite sure of what would be the news of this meeting, even though he had been around quite a bit of the last several weeks. Sam's death, perhaps news of the Pitt? The thought of the enemy group made his stomach twist unpleasantly, and he clenched his jaw, staring downwards as he waited for Goldie to speak.
Meanwhile, both Roan and Lovekit approached as well, at a somewhat slower pace. Roan looked extremely tired, the sage having been finding sleep incredibly difficult as of late. Even though many claimed he had been working very hard as if late, he still couldn't help but feel partially responsible for Sam's death. The feline sat down with a sigh, unable to meet Goldie's gaze directly – not that she was looking down at any of them, really. Lovekit, meanwhile, seemed far more neutral, still not entirely aware of what had happened, and still wondering where his other mother had gone. He seemed dazed as he moved through the crowd, trying to find one of his siblings before he sat, pressing into their side.
Meanwhile, both Roan and Lovekit approached as well, at a somewhat slower pace. Roan looked extremely tired, the sage having been finding sleep incredibly difficult as of late. Even though many claimed he had been working very hard as if late, he still couldn't help but feel partially responsible for Sam's death. The feline sat down with a sigh, unable to meet Goldie's gaze directly – not that she was looking down at any of them, really. Lovekit, meanwhile, seemed far more neutral, still not entirely aware of what had happened, and still wondering where his other mother had gone. He seemed dazed as he moved through the crowd, trying to find one of his siblings before he sat, pressing into their side.
MICHAEL TOWNLEY - THE TYPHOON - PENNED BY STILLY
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