Could wonders never cease?
First, there was the incredible heat. He still could not understand how or why it had settled so thickly upon their lush jungle, but it had, heating everything from the air to the earth and the water they drank. But... that was okay. They could always find a new home, if they absolutely needed to. If this didn't let up. They had allies for a reason, no? They were small enough that Kira was sure they could be taken in without complaint. Second, there was the stress of a new position. He didn't feel as though he was bad at his job, but considering he had never truly done anything like this before, he wondered often how his clan viewed him. Did they think he was competent? Did they think he was respectable? The things Rohan had told him echoed in his head, and he pursed his lips. That... lead him to the final thing.
Rohan was missing.
The new Macaw of Unity had gone missing not long ago; in fact, Kira recalled seeing him yesterday, only for him to be absent in the morning. At first he'd wondered if the artist was patrolling, and so he'd checked (though he had no idea why he wanted to search Rohan out so badly) the borders, but there was no sign. No sign except a faint scent of an Exiler, hidden but not well enough to get past him. Kira's brows knit. That... there had been Exilers on their border not long ago, leaving notes, inviting them to that meet and greet... could it be the same person? It was the group of outlaws, no doubt, but... his fur prickled. Had Rohan not heeded his warning? Had anyone else gone without his knowledge? His mouth grew dry; perhaps not for the worry of his clanmates' health, but more for how it would look should they perish under his rule. Because they didn't listen. Or... or worse, because the Flights was not well-enough protected to fend against whoever might be stalking in the night. Did he need to increase border patrols? Did they need to reinforce their territory? He flicked his ears back, and trotted solemnly to camp.
"Rohan has been captured by the Exiles."
His statement was flat and intense. He didn't try to mask his anger or make himself look suave and collected, as he usually did. Rather, his brows knit tightly towards the center of his face, his lip quirked with an animosity likely unseen by many of his clanmates until this point.
"We'll be conducting a rescue raid soon. But... with our size, I feel it would be best to enlist help from another." His pale gaze searched camp for Honeywine. She was their Vulture of War... perhaps he should not be making all of these decisions alone. The man straightened his posture, but not his face; his eyes still burned with fire. "Honeywine... I would like you to come with me to discuss a joint raid with the Sanguine Ruins. I recently talked with Stone about a ceasefire, and it seems that the Exiles have been terrorizing them as well. It could be a good opportunity to gain a strong ally." And there, he rested his case. His claws itched terribly. He wanted to leave now.
"If anyone has any objections, speak now."