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

	Honeypaw followed behind the older warrior as he continued, after taking brief pause to clean off his ruffled fur. The young apprentice, now that the older tom was up and fine, hid a bit of a smile at his blunder. It was nice for things to not always be so serious. She trotted alongside him easily, but when he turned back, replied, "[color=FFFF83]There's- It's alright..! I'm just glad you didn't hurt your leg or something,[/color]" She hoped he hadn't felt the need to apologize because he saw her smirk. 

	The two continued on until they reached the clearing of the Great Sycamore. The apprentice did her best to enjoy the clean air around the huge tree. She scented fellow Thunderclan cats, as well as the multitudes of different prey animals scurrying about the undergrowth and within the huge sycamore. Even though she knew they were there for the moss at the base of the tree, she would have rather chased the tails of mice and rabbits through the grass and brambles. She hoped Frostbite would return to camp around when she did, she wanted to ask if he would take her hunting. But, for the moment, her and Duskclaw were getting much-needed moss for the queens. 

	Honeypaw looked up as they quickened their pace into the clearing, spying Shadowpaw, Stonepaw, and their mentors. She waved her tail at them in a simple greeting, unsure if they had seen it, but kept by Duskclaw's side up to the trunk of the Sycamore. The she-cat started to poke at the roots with her paws and nose, looking for a big enough patch to roll up into a ball. She craned her neck to look on the undersides of the roots where it was cool and moist. After a few encounters with grubs and startled chipmunks, which she would hurriedly swat at and miss, she finally found a piece of thick moss. She pawed at it gently, not wanting to shred it, until it started to peel off. "[color=FFFF83]Here's some![/color]"