Murmurs of unease swept through the clan, each cat looking at one another.
Deadfoot grunted, looking toward the clan's medicine cat. "Barkface? What do you think?"
The mentioned tom sat with his paws tucked neatly to himself, studying the three pitiful bundles of fur. "StarClan has not sent me any signs to indicate that this is a poor nor good idea. I say that Tallstar's decision is law."
A sigh of relief escaped the black and white tom's lips upon hearing Barkface's words. At least the clan's medicine cat didn't object to his choice. His glance traveled over each of the cats, studying their expressions. Most of them looked nervous, a deep discomfort on their features at the idea of taking three dogs into their camp.
Self-indulgent AU involving greyhounds in WindClan yippee :3c
