opalpaw
A soft gentle breeze brushed against the land, not a sound could be heard. It was almost as if the earth simply knew the tragedy the clan had dealt with. A life was taken without a warning its reasonings unknown to those who questioned it. The young molly had barely begun her apprenticeship when it had occurred. Frightened by it, unknown to what to think of it as this was her first time to out what little medicine skills she had occurred. Grateful for the fact that her mentor Speckledmoss was so understanding and patient with her as she inspected the body of her former peer.
From the wounds the tom before her had gained to the fur wedged in between his claws she could all but determine that he didn’t go without a fight, reporting her findings to those she needed too, the vigil for the deceased coming and going in what seemed to be a blank of an eye the molly was left to her mind. Possibilities of who could do such a thing to what her findings came up from her search to just mindlessly filter through.
Having to be tasked to run out and check on some herb plants, ensuring its survival in the summer sun the molly had dipped her head in agreement before turning to go out. Perhaps she could take the moment to snoop about and see what she could possibly find without others hounding her for answers. A soft hum coming from her as she made her way towards the camp entrance.
The rest of the day passed without much incident. Ospreypaw had trouble staying present as he toured the territories with his assigned mentor, a bubble she-cat named Brightspark who loved to talk his ears off. Luckily she didn’t have much of substance to say, so he could get by with nods and well-timed ‘hmmm’s’, allowing his focus to wander.
He was jittery and excited by the time dusk finally fell, and had to force himself to be patient as he slipped out of the apprentice's den and out to the scrub-lands to meet Opalpaw. He ran up to her, panting slightly.
“Alright, lead the way!”