The night had been sleepless, more so than usual, worried with thoughts of their predicament. There was no way out, no resolution, just a hopeless path forward to try to survive. Thunderclan needed to stay together and stay strong with the Dark Forest forces milling about in their territory. He longed to scream that he stood with his clan, knew of their disdain, but to say anything would out his inner disdain. For now, he played the part of loyal leader and ally. Starclan was dead, they had to be, or his clan and kin would be flayed. And yet, he found himself willing for some hope from the stars. Throughout the night, it never came.
Stoatstar would have to find it himself. He'd need to raise the clan up for when it was time, grow their numbers, move forward and wait until the time was right. Exhaustion clawed at the fringes of his mind but he made his way to the highrock anyways with a steel look behind his eyes. Once reaching the top, he called out, "Let all cats gather for a clan meeting."