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

Duskclaw blinked slowly. [color=a0410d]"Don't worry, I'm quite fine."[/color] He smiled at Honeypaw, thankful for her kindness and nodded. [color=a0410d]"We should uh, keep moving."[/color] He meowed as he broke his gaze off the apprentice. He spent a moment to brush off a leaf that was buried in his fur, and then continued walking. 

This time as he padded through the bright forest, he took a little bit more caution to walk along the forest floor. He lifted up his pink nose to the forest, trying to detect where the distinctive smelling sycamore tree was. The scents of the forest were pleasant, and he partially wished he could spend a good few moments sat there. However, he knew where the tree was, and they needed to get moving soon, for the queens. 

Feeling somewhat more happier now, he looked back to the apprentice. [color=a0410d]"Sorry about earlier. Let's get the moss and bring it back to camp, okay?"[/color] At the sight of the Great Sycamore, he felt a little bit of hope, and he started to walk faster to the tree.