[ponyapan]

Moorfoot wrinkled his nose as he cleaned out some old moss. Starclan, what was the apprentices doing these days? Sure, he hadn't really been one to follow the rules very closely either, but at this pace he would not look forward to becoming an elder. Luckily, he was far from retiring age yet.

It had been his own choice to stay back during the gathering, but it did frustrate him that Pebblepaw had the gall to leave. Yes, he'd gotten permission, but still.