Poppies in a Camp [c]

Hollyleaf lay by the camp entrance, eyes casually placing on each cat passing by. Newleaf has arrived, and that meant warmer weather— however, that also meant having to get used to Beaverpaw's empty disappearance. Occasionally, the memory haunted her, though she was slowly... accepting the fact that she was gone. Owlpaw had been trusted to her instead— and she was determined to train an apprentice.. fully, this time.

Occupied by her thoughts, the warrior hadn't been able to notice a calico molly nearby. It was until she looked again, that is, and Hollyleaf sat up. "Hello there, Poppypaw," She'd greet the young molly. A small smile was offered to Poppypaw as she spoke, and she'd give her a nod.

Hollyleaf was a bit startled at the she-cat's excitable gesture, but she nodded back, the smile still kept on her maw. "I'm sorry to disappoint, but not really," She paused, "Unless if casual patrolling excites you," She'd give a small smirk. As they rose and walked together, she simply gave the thought a small nod. A small walk couldn't do any harm. She'd still need to keep an eye out, though. "Owlpaw? Well, every apprentice is capable, though I do see much hope in him," She purred, a bit awkward at the memory of their first training, though. Only she got bitten— but Owlpaw seemed to be glad to have been able to bring back the snakes. It wasn't just every day a new apprentice would bring back not one, but two snakes for the clan. It was an odd thought.

"He's faring well, that's for sure. What about you, Poppypaw? How's your training been?"

"I'm sure you'll do fine as a warrior, Poppypaw. Perchfall is a great mentor," Hollyleaf mewed, nodding to Poppypaw's words. And as they continued with their conversation, the molly had to force herself to not tense in front of the apprentice at the mention of their.. guests. With a slight raise of her chin, Hollyleaf recalled the memory, the words easily sliding off her tongue.

"You'll need to enter the Mothermouth before you finally get to see the stone. It's a dark cave... until the light finally reaches your sight. Picture the moon and its light, but as a large, beautiful stone with sharp, yet somewhat smooth edges," She'd give a short purr, "It's much like how most others would describe it. It's... really a shame you and the other apprentices can't go, Poppypaw. I bet you would've loved it." At that, her whiskers lowered.