[center][h2][color=a0410d][u]Duskclaw[/u][/color][/h2][/center]

Duskclaw smiled at the young apprentice as she trailed behind him. [color=a0410d]"Well... I think there's a good spot for moss on the Great Sycamore, but I don't usually collect moss so I don't really know where.."[/color] His monotonal voice trailed off. The warrior stared thoughtfully at the ground and said nothing. It had been a couple of weeks since he'd travelled past the the tall-standing tree, and he tended to avoid it due to it being very close to where his parents were buried. No - he wasn't going to think about that now. Now, he was collecting moss with Honeypaw to give to the queens in case one of them kitted early. Nothing else. He shook his head and snapped his attention back to Honeypaw. [color=a0410d]"Right, to the Great Sycamore."[/color] Without a reply, he strode towards to camp's exist and pushed out the bramble entrance.

As he walked at a consistent speed, his head was lowered slightly and his eyes were focused down at the ground. The thought of his parents deaths haunted his mind, and he couldn't get it out of his head. The night he spent with his sister sat in vigil, the feeling of emptiness, the cruel way that they were taken without a goodbye. He couldn't help but to dig his claws into the ground with each step he took. His parents... [color=a0410d]"Wah!"[/color] Duskclaw was so deep in his daze he tripped straight over a branch that crossed his path. He fell forwards and landed on his chin, thankfully the grass cushioned his fall and he let out an [color=a0410d]"Oof!"[/color]. Closing his eyes, he let out a small sigh and slowly got back up to his feet, and turned somewhat embarrassed back to the apprentice. [color=a0410d]"Uhm.. Sorry."[/color]