First the horrendous lost against RiverClan, and then the lovely little border event with DarkClan. Not to mention, RiverClan had nearly starved to death over the frigid leafbare moons, and their idea of "bettering" the situation was to ask for war rather than assistance.

The silver charcoal warrior sat at the back of the crowd, isolating himself and his dark element per usual. Silently, Frostwhisper had been praying that another cat would run against Bumblepelt, since his leadership had spelled nothing but disaster for the clan so far. Maybe the odds weren't exactly stacked in his favor, but he could have handled some things better nonetheless. Of course, Frostwhisper himself had no interest in running for Representative- he'd be the last cat anyone would pick, anyways.

Nobody liked a dark element.

The platinum-and-coal tom allowed his hackles to lightly bristle at the medicine cat's announcement- they were stuck with Bumblepelt for another go around. "If we're lucky, he won't starve us out of greenleaf as well." The cynical warrior muttered under his breath, looking anything but pleased. What was new? He was always bitter.