"Smalltail, please try and sit still." Chrysalispaw let out a heavy sigh as she lightly scolded the elder before her, a ball of mouse bile held delicately in her teeth. The male NPC elder before her was notorious for getting ticks even during the colder moons of leaf-bare, though how that was possible the apprentice could never figure out. "I'm almost done and then I'll bring you juicy prey to help you feel better." Her words were sincere, and rather warm despite the young she-cats usually cold demeanor. Though it wasn't a secret that the hard willed apprentice had a soft spot for the elders of the clan, they had practically raised her after all. After her parents passed away, she and her sister had no queens to care for them, so the elders let them spend time in their den, something the Russian blue was deeply grateful for. So whenever the other apprentices mumbled in annoyance when it came to caring for the older members of the camp, Chysralispaw would do her share and more.
Once she was done, she would carefully deposit her moss ball in a hole she had dug just for this occasion and then wiped her paws in the snow to rid herself of the smell. How the medicine ats dealt with that odor was beyond her. With a shrug of her shoulders in response to her inner thoughts, the twelve moon old would bound towards the fresh-kill pile to pick a meal for Smalltail and the others. Hopefully, there was enough o she would have to go hunting again.