white and dark tabbied grey striped tail flicked from side to side repetitively, hitting the ground with a dull thump every time. single tipped ear twitching every once in a while, some sort of internal turmoil, be that due to thoughts or past events, could be suspected if observed more closely. or perhaps he just like he was in a bad mood, 'mean' even. truly, rookfire should start wondering how much longer he could enforce his believes and the clans rules in such a way as he had been before having kits and apprentices begin to fear him and his erratic nature. the medicine cat got to his paws suddenly, shifting from standing into pacing briefly before joining silentpaw at the edge of the clearing. "hows trainin lookin', silentpaw?" the medicine cat apprentice enquired, having approached the apprentice as if this was anywhere close to his actual duties. but well, how do they say, old habits die hard? he hadnt been that engaged in apprentice training while he was an enforcer, still getting used to the position and the duties while recovering from his injuries and all that to really take a active stance in shadowclans future. from what he knew (because stars the things they had to do were kind of unspecific and you just had to kind of know for some reason) it wasnt really a enforcer thing anyway, more so commander and deputy but..that wasnt really helping his case tho, was it?
back on topic, silentpaw right. rookfire wasnt quite sure if he had ever heard the apprentice speak and had never really questioned it before but now that he was thinking about it and came up entirely blank he was a bit less confident about getting a reply.
"need anythin' i can help ye with maybe?" he added after a moment, doing his absolute best to not sound like a desperate loser. he had other things to do as well!! TRUST!!! when has rook ever lied to you huh? he definitely never lies, not to himself and especially not other people and even less so to the reader.

[ @Starphobia - silentpaw || i thought id just snatch him ]

rookfire of course had no idea what mudslide was thinking but given the fact that words shall be written, rookfire considered the other felines stance. he himself could hardly imagine being a regular warrior at any point in life, even if he wouldve been happy about that at his ceremony, it was just hard to envision himself as anything but a enforcer or high rank at the moment. so used to standing above the majority of other cats and some restrictions within the clan, it would hit him hard to, say, wake up a warrior. trapped in the stuffy warriors den around tens of warm bodies, softly snoring in the dim light instead of on the sparsely moss covered medicine den. he'd never spent a night in the warriors den and stars if he could avoid it he would.
as always, mudslides internal less than nice comments and any potential shifts in her expression went above his head. perhaps the cold was actually getting to his head, feeling a bit giddy as his paws grew colder and colder despite the repeated shuffling of them.

rookfire hummed in response, no bugs. he could...get behind that. even if bugs had never been amongst his personal favourite flora and fauna, bugs and their nice shiny shells were something nice to look at. not so much good for keeping?? wouldnt they get crushed if one kept them in their nest...hmm. "if ye just wanna take a walk 's fine as well 's long as i n maybe 'nother cat can come. gotta make sure everyone save ya know" he shrugged, happily ignoring the fact that hes been leaving camp pretty much every few days alone. perhaps he was too confident in himself but he could climb a bit, he could swim, run or fight, there was no reason to fear anything right now.
at her scoff, cool grey eyes narrowed, "we're dealin' with th' predators, 'right, 's all under control"

rookfire lingered in the entrance of the medicine den again, paws tucked underneath his body in a neat loaf in order to shield himself from the cold, cool hard packed soil beneath draining some of the warmth his body was producing, as he looked through the lichen shroud covering the medicine dens entrance and currently shielding him from sight. he felt slightly weird for this, especially with how often he found himself in his situation nowadays, but in his defence, it was slightly less cold in here and he could be available for treatment without risking someone talking to him he didnt want to talk to, unlike when he chose the outside.
one of the newer apprentices moved into his field of vision, previously unfocussed eyes returning from their relaxed state to properly observe the oddly coloured cat. it was kind of sick actually, half ginger half blueish grey huh, he couldnt say he had a coat colour as cool as that unless grey with their stripes and spots was anything extraordinary out of nowhere. whatever. the apprentice looked a bit upset and rookfire had nothing better to do, so why not get to know them huh? he'd never spoken to them and as a enforcer,,,high rank..whatever, either or, or both, he felt required to at least chat with every clanmate once in his life, and this would be his one time with eveningpaw unless anything else came up. not that he would mind providing training, he was just not really looking to taking a apprentice outside right now. maybe tomorrow. seriously, he could probably be convinced to help with training now without much effort thought.
the medicine cat padded over to where the multi colour cat was currently tearing into a vole angrily and slumped down next to them, giving the cat a half nod. "you good? the vole do anythin' ta' ya?" rook asked, half serious half joking, the corners of his maw quirked up slightly as cool grey eyes crinkled at the corners.

in a way, fishkit appeared to be in a slightly better mood than the last time they had met. he was too, not sticky with drying mud weighing down his pelt, instead with it freshly groomed and soft. no real open complaint regarding the scar, good. "good lass" despite not acting very mature regarding the sneaking out of camp and fox situation, he could recognise her taking the scar in stride as a step forward. perhaps some reflecting had happened between then and now, but hell what did he know.
he tilted his head slightly to look at the healed flesh, still a light pinkish colour from how recent the injury was, from a different angle before she spoke her next sentence. glad to get rid of the herb scent, unexpected. she wouldnt make a good medicine cat for multiple reasons but this was probably one of the more relevant ones, good she didnt appear to be striving for that path. "didnt think that'd be the thing ta' bother you" rookfire commented with a humorous huff. he liked the smell, liked knowing cats would smell not only his own scent and recognise him as shadowclan but also the heavy herby fragrance that stuck to his pelt and clearly identified him as a medicine cat (if he didnt have any clear wounds that could explain the scent anyway) at first glace.. or rather first smell.
"'s the eye alright? can still see outta both?" the medicine cat apprentice enquired, with such a large scar it wouldnt be much of a surprise to find out she had lost half her vision and even more so if she hadnt. if this was repeating what mossfreckle had already gone over with her he didnt really care, should expect some questions if you decide to almost die.