[Fawn]

An apprentice's work was never done, a thought that echoed in Fawnpaw's mind as he'd been about to slip into the apprentices' den for the evening for a well-deserved, peaceful slumber, unaware of the terrible tragedy that was seconds from unveiling itself:

It'd started with a paw on his back, and he'd turned around questioningly only to see Shiverpetal there with a half-asleep look on his face. The lazy exchange of greetings didn't prepare him for the request that'd follow, "Gonna need some herbs, maybe the shiny ones... yeah, those would do real nice. Shiny ones, flowers, you know the deal." Fawnpaw could hear the task echo in his mind and the barrage of questions that'd received no answer, leaving him where he'd started - namely, with no idea of what he was doing.

But being an obliging cat and a dutiful apprentice, here he was. Under a blanket of stars, scouring near the border for appropriately 'shiny' herbs and flowers even if he was entirely uneducated on the matter with no sense of guidance beyond the descriptors. He tried to avoid thinking about the duty itself with little reminders it was for the greater good of the Clan, yet couldn't help but fall into the pattern of downsizing it to picking flowers for a clanmate who didn't know how to use them.

Fawnpaw was careful to stay within the bounds of RiverClan. However, he did catch his eye wandering over from time to time under the reassurance that he was carrying out a medicine cat's assignment... therefore he could, theoretically, cross it without repercussion.

@|+Tired Rose Child+|