in these troubled times [closed]

Everyone was absolutely shaken following the events of the Gathering.

Her first Gathering back, and StarClan had provided quite a show. Revelations had disturbed all... and none other than RiverClan's own leader had in perpetrated the crime. The very crime she had thought he was against... the very reason she had been trying so hard to earn his approval. The soft glow of sunlight was blurred by the haze in the sky; a typical Leafbare morning. Distress lingered about the chilly atmosphere, the quivering apprentice pacing restlessly by the camp entrance. Featherpaw's willowy figure was reasonably rigid; fur seeming even slicker against her delicate, even thinner frame. Stress weaved into her every movement, her eyes hollow with no gleam to ignite them. Fatigue was evident in Featherpaw's bleak features. Her tail dragged upon the snow-touched soil, the snow crumbling beneath her paws.

Hopefully, someone would get the message. Stars, she was not in the mood to approach a cat, one of which she may as well consider a stranger, just to bother them by asking for accompaniment. She'd been refraining from making any more connections to her Clanmates. She'd lost too many already, she wasn't about to risk it again. One more loss may be all she'd be able to take.

If no one neared soon, she may as well set off on her own. Solo patrols weren't something foreign to her. Why else would her presence often be lost in camp? These days, most of her time was spent attempting to aimlessly forage for prey. It wasn't any easier at all since the loss of her mentor. Just when she had thought their relationship was beginning to blossom... Mudfrost's passing was the freshest in her grieving mind.

Afterall, during troubled times, she still had to provide for her Clan.
She'd been trying to do just that these past few sunrises. Maybe, she was overdoing it. She didn't care.

Perhaps the stressing events were not the only reason for her weariness.

Honeytongue slowly slide from the warrior's den, sparing a glance toward the sky to judge the weather...Before she turned and slowly padded toward the entrance. The presence of another cat however caused her to halt, raising her head as she stared uncertainly toward Featherpaw. She had hoped that she would have been able to make her way without any problems, she...Wasn't to keen on talking to others as she struggled with the weight of her father's betrayal. But... She wasn't the only one who was suffering in the wake of it and she recalled how shattered Featherpaw had been after the death of Mudfrost. So despite wanting to just be alone, she slowly approached. "Are...You going out hunting?" she asked, her voice quiet as she shifted on her paws. "May...May I join you?"

She had been doing the bare minimum of what was required of her - hunting when on patrols and that was about it. Whenever she wandered off alone, it was often just to wallow. At least this would be a somewhat productive use of time, even if she just wanted to avoid everybody truth be told.