RiaxhHoneypaw
From her spot, the young she-cat witnessed her mentor returning from an early morning jaunt with fresh-kill. Honeypaw didn't know her mentor much more than many of the other warriors in camp; he was eccentric and, honestly, strange, but to the apprentice that mattered little. Frostbite knew how to hunt and taught her well enough. He was, however, undoubltly difficult to talk to and even more difficult to relate to. The black kept eating her breakfast as she watched her mentor disappear into the Elders' Den where she had just been herself. She knew there was no one quite like Frogpelt to the warrior, and figured she would approach him after he was done inside. He was approachable to a fault, but experience told her that it was easy to overwhelm the tom with just her presence. She wasn't sure exactly what his 'problem' was, but she herself wanted to be alone sometimes, and he treated most cats the same, so the apprentice knew better than to take offense to such behaviour from her mentor. Though, knowing better didn't always keep one from being disappointed. Frostbite and Honeypaw didn't have the warm relationship with her mentor the way some others did.
With a few last ravenous gulps of her mouse, Honeypaw finished her breakfast and and buried its remains. She sent a prayer to StarClan for its life, despite knowing whoever caught it had already done the same. Many cats had left the camp, some apprentices scamper after their mentors, and a morning patrol off to who-knows-where. Honeypaw absent-mindedly started grooming her shoulders as she waited, and debated returning to their den once more before Frostbite made himself known once more. He looked disheveled and uncomfortable, and his graceless exit from the den made his apprentice wonder if he had been kicked out. Honeypaw shifted uncomfortably on her front paws, trying to decide if she should approach him. After a few minutes the tom hadn't moved, just peered around awkwardly, and Honeypaw rose to her full meagre height and headed toward him.
A deep breathe expanded her chest as Honeypaw went to talk to her mentor, but before she could make more than a few steps passed the Warrior's Den before she was called over by a senior warrior, Spottedtail. Honeypaw bowed respectfully as the she and the warrior made small talk, and after a few idle pleasantries the warrior excused himself and Honeypaw moved on, but when she looked back, she saw only her mentor's hind-quarters disappear out of the camp entrance. She cursed herself silently, wishing she had kept paying attention. Quickly padding to the entrance, she saw neither hide nor hair of her mentor; he had been too fast for her. Retreating inside, she huffed. Frostbite was never easy to get a hold of and always seem to have his own plans. She briefly wondered how much of a mentor he was going to really turn out to be, but she shook the doubt from her head and chastised herself and her lack of faith in him. He was a hard worker and would teach her all that she needed to know. Even if making him do so was harder than catching a rabbit on the moors.
At this point, Honeypaw felt as though she had spent the morning lazing around. Hawkstar and others were walking around taking care of their own duties, and she hunched down unconsciously, not wanting to be spotted and seen as doing nothing. She didn't want to spend the day doing nothing, and wanted to ask if she could join the next hunting patrol if she could not find her mentor before then. She would have asked Ravencoat, as he usually organized such things, but she couldn't see him anywhere. SHe doubted herself, wondering if she shouldn;t bother their leader with something so insignificant as what one apprentice was could be doing. Honeypaw took a deep, steadying breath, and stood up proudly. With determined steps she trotted toward their leader, trying to not shake under her fur. However, as she got close, she realized he was talking to Duskclaw. She waited a respectful distance away for a moment, not wanting to easedrop, and only approached when there was a lull in their conversation.
"G-Good morning, Hawkstar!" She said, a bit loudly, and her ears flattened in embarrassment. She cleared her throat. "Uh... I was wondering if Frostbite didn't return by the next time a hunting party is sent out if I could join them..? O-Or should I just wait for him to return?" She had not been an apprentice long, and she didn't know if it was better for her to be proactive and ask for tasks or to wait for her mentor to return. She stood low, eyes flickering around and often resting on the leaders paws in her nervousness. She didn't want to waste his time.
