Where the Nettle Grows [C]

Acornstem paced nervously back and forth in front of the camp's entrance, pausing every once in a while to scan for any sign of Nettlepaw. In the rush of tending to the Clan's many needs, there was no denying that training her apprentices had...Fallen a bit to the wayside for her eternal shame, but Nettlepaw was always a bit of an unique case. It seemed the tom suffered from some sort of problem that made breathing hard at times - his lungs working against him and she had called off training to give him plenty time of rest, mostly with the stress of moving from the lake and back. In the wake of everything, she was simply relieved that Nettlepaw was still going strong...To the point where he had requested their training to continue. She had agreed, relieved to see him with enough energy to leave the camp but she still worried - she would have to keep an eye on him so she could usher him back to the camp the first sign that his lung problems were going to be a true hinderous - she would not risk her apprentice's life even if he was behind in training.