She had been gone for too long. Others had been instantly nervous at the smell of smoke, clearly associating it with the fire that had burnt most of their territory and the old camp. She'd been gone for seven months though and she'd missed the fire and the fear it must have brought with it. She felt guilty that the smell of smoke didn't worry her the way it did the others. She had missed too much.
At Feliks' call about a bonfire the Thunderguard/Cloudwatcher apprentice had made her way over quickly. Heidi was never one to miss a social event and although people would likely tell her she didn't have to, she felt the need to prove herself to the Thunderlanders and prove that she wasn't going anywhere. Not this time. So she'd popped up by the others, offering a bright smile of greeting as she slid into place. She'd arrived just in time to hear Laika's story.
Sitting and nestling back on her haunches, the tabby's brown tail curled itself neatly over her white paws as she listened, chocolate gaze on the canine and ears pricked. The story the other girl told was one of war, but mostly one of companionship, pride and spirit. Those fighting their battle fought together and fought for something they believed in - their home, each other, their clan. It was, Heidi supposed, no different to the way that she would fight for the Thunderlands if she had to.
For a moment it sounded like the warriors were going to triumph over the rogues despite being fiercely outnumbered. Yet right where Laika should've been delivering good news, the tension left her voice and her words were almost deadpan. Blinking slightly, the feline's face showed mild surprise and a little confusion. Was that it?
Her head tilted to the side, a little curiosity evident. "Where did you hear that story, Laika?" Her question came with a small smile. She was impressed at the girl's ability to remember the story if it was one she'd heard from someone else. Or maybe she'd made the story up, in which case Heidi would perhaps be impressed even more so.