Greyheart and Redpaw are hurt

Froststar blinked wide, icy blue eyes before shutting them tightly, as if to block out the world for a moment. She nodded slowly, taking a calming breath, pushing back an remains of anger so she wouldn't snap at the warrior before speaking. "Was that necessary, though? Scratching an apprentice's nose from across the river simply because you were scared sounds a little far fetched, but still. Do you think what you did was right?" She questioned, her voice laced with curiosity. She didn't sound particularly angry, but she seemed grim and upset over it all. If this brought up something between RiverClan and ThunderClan, what would she do? Then again, she wasn't necessarily scared, considering the difference in size. "It's good that you'll recover, though." She added.

'I'm really sorry Froststar it felt necessary at the time," she begged looking up at her leader, her eyes pleading forgiveness.

Froststar flicked her tail, dismissing the apology. "It's alright Greyheart, I forgive you. Although what you did was still wrong." She said firmly, in a tone that left no room for argument. "Until further notice, aside from your duties as a mentor, you'll be confided to camp. Also, you'll need to help around. Gather moss for the nests, clean the elder's fur, help out Morningpaw with anything." She looked at the medicine cat, then back to the warrior. "Besides, you'll need to stay in camp anyway, due to your injuries." She added softly, as if to lessen the blow. The leader stood, dipped her head to both the she-cats, and walked out of the den without another word.
She padded to her den- settled under a willow tree- still deep in thought.

Morningpaw watched her leave. She then turned to Greyheart. "Get some sleep," she said. "If you can't fall asleep, tell me."

"Alright," she meowed to Morningpaw, tomorrow, she'll start her duties and check Berrysplash with ticks if she had any, if any spare time bask in whats left of the sun, if there is any.