Eine Bestie im Entstehen [c]

It would be a lie to say this confrontation didn't make Heatherberry even a little bit nervous. The actions of a certain apprentice had raised some major red flags, all in the open air of ShadowClan's very own camp. Had any other cat seen what she had seen? Heard what she had been told? Part of her hoped there were others who held her concerns about Wolfpaw; it would not be too good of a look to be the only one who saw the ghost of a long dead red warrior within the small body of one of Pineblossom's sons. It would be best for the two to talk privately and away from prying eyes and ears should the wrong cat hear of the medicine cats worries.

The trek to Pine Grove was a quick one, Heatherberry stopping every so often to gather a stray herb and to go over in her head how she would break this strange interaction to Pineblossom. Though it really felt unfair to not just be straightforward with the molly. She sighed, taking a seat. "I wish I had asked you out on a stroll for a more joyous occasion. I hold a lot of respect for you, so I will get to the point: your son, Wolfpaw, has shown some concerning behavior as of late." Her eye carefully lingered on Pineblossom's white patched face. "Before I continue, I'd like to make sure you want to hear it. I cannot promise you'll be very happy to hear what I have to report."