[Fawn]

Originally Posted by Dust

"Mmhmm.." He hummed softly to reassure Fawnpaw that he would indeed help with the chore. His gaze was momentarily transfixed on a single strand of reed that he had begun to sloppily weave into the camp wall. As he finished he gave an annoyed squint at his shoddy craftsmanship, though it melted away as he glanced at the other feline. "Well, I finished up with my apprentice for the day - so no, I technically don't have anywhere to be. Fixing the wall needs to be done... even as a warrior." Frostflight groaned, tilting his head back in over-dramatic exasperation. "Yet somehow I still hate it as much as I did when I was an apprentice," Which in retrospect hadn't been all that long ago! It was crazy how fast things seemed to turn for him - to think that just over a few moons ago he would have been so isolated and withdrawn. "Plus, it looked like you needed a bit of help," He meowed in amusement, prodding a paw playfully in Fawnpaw's direction, "I always preferred to have company when doing chores like this, even if we never did talk. Why are you working on this by yourself anyway? No training? " Curiosity tinged his voice and he propped himself up onto his hind quarters, once again weaving another strand into the wall with great difficulty.

Curiosity struck as Frostflight mentioned his own apprentice. "You're training one? How… how is that going? What do you guys do?" It was almost difficult, deciding what to ask since his own training was unique in that Leopardshine seemingly had no interest in him except as a prop, or when he'd attempted to sacrifice him. Realizing he'd forgotten about the wall in the midst of his cognitions, Fawnpaw scrambled back to work and weaved in another reed with precision, surveying the placement before moving on. "When you were an apprentice?" Fawnpaw mused through a daydreaming murmur, mostly to himself as he thought about that, the passage of time an odd concept that was still foreign to him. "Jeez, that must've been—" And thankfully, he had enough sense to cut off his mental math since it occurred to him that it might be offensive, but not without a sheepish grin and a mumbled albeit hurried apology. "Uh. Anyway, yeah. Thanks. I kind of did. Need help, that is." Inhaling, he tensed as the subject of his training arose, and he willed himself to stay calm about this. "Well, not quite— it's just that, my mentor… sort of…" as he spoke, he pawed at the ground, searching for the right words, "died. Leopardshine was training me, and Fallenstar hasn't appointed anyone else. I haven't asked him to, it's— weird, moving on like that." He didn't know how else to describe it but was once again submerged in his own thoughts, barely making progress on the task itself.