UNDER YOUR SKIN ☆ o, rumors

[RHINESTONE.]

LEADER ❝ RHINE ❞ PALMCLAN

It was hard not to notice the slightly pained look that flashed across Medusa's face, and Rhine wished that there was something that he could do. He had told the hybrid over and over again that she was welcome within the clan, but it wasn't as if he could just make everyone back off. Even with every warning he gave, there was still doubt that he was making a good decision. Too many who still had the utmost faith in Starclan, and saw him as some kind of freak, even if he was entirely feline. For now, though, Rhinestone just tried his best to shake it off. After all, it was pretty clear that Medusa didn't want to focus on it, and the tom didn't want to make her have to. Instead, he just chuckled and said, his words reflecting his relief, "I'm glad to hear you say that. I've been anxious about my leadership, ever since I kind of had to step up. I'm glad that we're nowhere near the same place that we were back then..." Even with the recent storm that had hit, and even with prey being scarce, things were nowhere near as bad as when the hurricane had first hit.

Equally grateful for a distraction, Rhine sighed and glanced upwards briefly, inspecting the camp around him. When he returned his pale gaze to Medusa, he explained, "How have things been? Well... not bad, in the grand scheme of things. People are still... adjusting to the weather, and not everyone is happy, but we'll be alright. Prey is getting to be a bit scarce, but we've also got enough of a stockpile that we should hopefully be able to hold out. I just hope that this weather doesn't go on for too long..." He grimaced a little at the mere thought of the storms continuing, his eyes briefly lingering on the clouds off in the distance.

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— Reggan