[h2][center][b][color=#BD8B52]M[/color][color=#C28E54]o[/color][color=#C79256]o[/color][color=#CC9658]s[/color][color=#D19A5A]e[/color][color=#D69E5C]p[/color][color=#DBA25E]a[/color][color=#E0A660]w[/color][/b][/center][/h2] [center][b]Interacting with:[/b]Mostly [@Hazelrah] Partway through Moosepaw trying to think of a way to delay Honeypaw further, Fernstar [i]arrived[/i]. She strode into the camp with a gait that communicated purpose and pride. Moosepaw watched Fernstar’s stable pawsteps as she sprung to the top of the Highstump. At the leader’s announcement, Honeypaw raced forward before coming to a precarious stop. She glanced back and called out to Moosepaw. The bulky apprentice rose and walked closer, his eyes on their leader. She seemed more confident now, more poised. Moosepaw sat down next to Honeypaw, the cold barely reaching past his thick fur. He saw Spidernose and Stonefall closer than he would’ve expected. Moosepaw hadn’t known the two were that close. Slowly, his eyes scanned the rest of the cats present, before resting on their leader. She started by asking why Duskwing was sitting apart from the group. Moosepaw looked over at the fiery she-cat. He had heard earlier that Duskwing was guarding the nursery because of the outsiders they were sheltering for the moment. Moosepaw’s wide eyes returned to their leader, though he didn’t speak up immediately. Training hadn’t quite instilled into the young apprentice enough confidence to speak out, though that would come with age. It was even harder to consider speaking up now, since Fernstar seemed more confident than ever.[/center]