Hollies of a Dove [c]

Hollyleaf was... surprisingly, getting better. Focusing on Owlpaw's training and Newleaf's surprises were oddly pleasant, and this time, she could finally relax a bit. No longer having to worry about freezing weathers or surprising blizzards, the sun was warm on her back— and she smiled, pleased to know that Newleaf was here. Finally here. And as she laid outside the warriors' den, a figure seemed to pass by. Dovepaw. They hadn't talked to each other all that much, though surely, a greeting wouldn't be so awful. She was aiming to get to know her clanmates more.

"Good morning, Dovepaw," She'd nod, "How are you doing?"

Dovepaw didn't exactly know where she was going. She was just....wandering. She never really took in the camp all that much, and since she was off, it seemed a perfect time. Although she was pulled from her thoughts as a voice spoke to her. It was softer than she was used to, and yet very distinct, not too quiet that she couldn't hear, yet far from being loud. It honestly was a pleasant voice, if she were honest. She turned to see where it had come from, seeing a figure in front of the warrior's den.

"Hm? Oh, hi, Hollyleaf! I'm doing pretty good. What about you?" She padded over to the silver molly, sitting down with her head cocked to the side.

At Dovepaw's curiosity, and willingness to answer, Hollyleaf felt somewhat relieved. The apprentice seemed to be looking for someone, or something, maybe, but she was glad she hadn't interrupted her. "I'm doing well, too. Newleaf's a pleasant season." A light breeze caressed her back as she spoke, and the warrior smiled, deciding to ask the basics again. "How has your training been going? I hope it's going alright?"

Most of the time, training would be. Though now with unexpected.. guests, however her clanmates decided to call them, things had been different. She could only hope for the best, though.