Tabbyfur watched as her apprentice spent a few moment squirming uncomfortably, and attempting to start sentences before she broke them off. She was quite evidently distraught; so Tabbyfur's suspects seemed to be correct. Her paws shuffled across the ground uncomfortably and she explained her discomfort. As she stuttered through her words, Tabbyfur nodded slowly, paying close attention to what she said. When Snowpaw finished explaining, her eyes seemed to flash with panic.
"Hey, hey it's okay.. It's fine." She moved herself next to her apprentice and crouched down.
"ThunderClan would never do such a thing. If they did... well that's not ThunderClan." Tabbyfur looked out towards the treeline.
"I didn't even realise you had kin in RiverClan. I'm sure they're very safe there, and you shouldn't worry. Believe it or not, RiverClan have a pretty solid nursery. I traveled there once when accompanying Mallownose to their territory to speak with Mistfur. I got a good look around, and it's pretty secure." She looked at her apprentice, who still seemed to be filled with anxiety.
"If the opportunity arises, and cats are needed to travel to RiverClan, I'll insist that you be apart of that. You could see them for yourself if it made you feel better. Okay?" Feeling somewhat empathetic towards the apprentice, she remembered having several dreams about the painful end that her parents came to, and she felt that she understood her apprentice.
Duskclaw looked up and down the enormous tree. Even from a few paces back, he couldn't see the top through the tangle of leaves. It's widespread branches were a host to lots of birds, and from where he was stood he was sure he could make up a few rough shapes of squirrels and pigeons. Though he wasn't there to catch prey, he wouldn't mind spending a moment getting a taste of new-leaf rather than doing an apprentice duty, but he wasn't going to complain about it either. It was nice to spend some time with a younger member of the clan, even though she spent a considerably large amount of time in camp.
Snapping his attention back to Honeypaw, he realised that she was already starting to claw parts of the moss off the large tree.
"That's good! Sorry - I'll help." He made his way over to the base of the tree, and picked a spot to start clawing the green stuff off the tree's bark. He sat down and curled his fluffy tail around his body, and started to use a unsheathed claw to force off some of the moss. As he did so, some parts of the bark came off and the moss partially shredded, and he let out a slightly humoured sigh.
"It's been quite a while since I've collected some moss, I think my 'skills' are slightly worn down." His white whiskers quivered in amusement.
"I feel kinda sorry for you apprentices some times, collecting moss is kinda a bore." Slowly going back to clawing the moss, he pawed the small parts that he had together and pushed it with his nose into a little roll.