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

	The apprentice almost scoffed at her ignorance; Duskclaw had much more important things to do on a daily basis than collect moss for dens. Honeypaw was supposed to know where to find it, as it was an apprentice duty. As the older warrior hesitated, the young she-cat stalled her own steps and stayed by his side. He seemed to be in thought but he came back to reality only a few moments later. Honeypaw nodded and followed after him. She wondered if she should ask what he was thinking about, but she just brushed it off to him thinking about where moss would be growing. She didn't know the Warrior very well, and surely he had better cats to talk to than a random apprentice.

	When the pair left the camp, Honeypaw visibly perked up. Her eyes widened and she drew a long breath over her sensitive scent glands. She shivered in delight; so freshly into apprentice-hood, leaving cam was still slightly thrilling to her. She kept alert for any sights or sounds, and enjoyed the warm sun on her dark fur. "[color=FFFF83]It's a great day, today,[/color]" She mewed, trying to make conversation, but as she turned to face him she watched hi  trip over a tree root. Honeypaw gasped and darted forward, but the tom got up on his own. "[color=FFFF83]A-Are you alright?![/color]" She questioned hurriedly, coming in front of him.