[center][h3][color=FFFF83]Honeypaw[/color][/h3][/center]

	The apprentice realized after she spoke that she hadn't really explained herself all that well. She wanted to elaborate, but, being as gracious as ever, Hawkstar continued without confusion. When she heard his sigh, she hoped that she hadn't come across as accusatory toward her mentor, but she brushed the thought off as her reading too deeply into things. She bowed her head respectfully, "[color=FFFF83]Yes, sir! I think I woke up too late for Frostbite this morning, heh. I-I'm working on that![/color]" She admitting looking up at him from a slightly craned head. She sat lightly back on her hindquarters, and turned to Duskclaw, "[color=FFFF83]Good morning,[/color]" she mewed lightly in greeting, a bit more confident now that her anxiety over starting the conversation had passed. She didn't know the ragged warrior very well, but she was looking forward to having the different experience, despite her nervousness about not knowing him very well. 

	She licked her paw and rubbed it on her ear, but she stopped mid movement as a bright flash of color appeared at the den's entrance. Gingerflame poked her head out sneakily and, eyeing Hawkstar's back, scampered out of the camp hurriedly. She gulped. She almost said something to Hawkstar, because somewhere in the back of her mind she knew Queens, especially so close to kitting, shouldn't really leave camp. She didn't, however; Hawkstar was much more forgiving than the fiery Queen, and the apprentice feared her wrath should she know who outed her. She lowered her paw quickly to the ground, and turned her full attention to Duskclaw. 

	"[color=FFFF83]Yes, sir! Right behind you![/color] The apprentice sprang lightly to her paws. Even though some apprentices dreaded collection duty, especially moss because it was wet and hard to carry, Honeypaw never minded. It wasn't as hard for her as she had found with her long legs she could carry a larger amount without tripping. He smiled eased the young she-cat and the slight bristle to her fur eased and her ears rose from their flattened state. She trotted after the warrior contentedly. "[color=FFFF83]Is there a specific place we should go?[/color]" She knew moss grew by the river, but she didn't know much else about where it grew.