[Mayflower]

Originally Posted by goose

@Mayflower

A lot had been happening with Honeycomb lately, no doubt. Stress was one word that came to mind-- relaxation wasn’t really an option for her, but she knew that already. Returning to the training caves as a mentor was just a way to quell her raging thoughts, and Starclan knew how much she needed to do that. Personal encounters were personal, and Honeycomb wasn’t thinking much of them as she usually used to. There had been moons for hurting, and there were moons for figuring herself out. These ones would have to fit the latter.

Relearning how to be a part of a relationship unit was one of the things she would have had to have done a long time ago, and becoming a mentor was just… one of those things that couldn’t’ve been avoided. There was another generation surging forwards into the open world in Riverclan, as there was always. She would grow by aiding another to do the same, which was why she was sitting around in these rather claustrophobic tunnels.

The dripping of water only told her of the passing time, and couldn’t inform her of her own empty stomach, but it would be rude to catch something to eat now. She had another mouth to feed… sort-of. Shivering slightly, she stared into the dark, waiting.

Sablepaw watched their mentor, occasionally shuddering. The calico wasn’t a big fan of the training caves, that much was obvious to even the most oblivious cat. The tunnels were chilly and damp, the stone was unmoving and dark, seeming as if the walls were mocking Sablepaw for hiding who they were for so long. And then, of course, the dripping from the ceiling, especially when the cold liquid splashed on Sable’s tri-colored fur. “Honeycomb, ma’am,” they said quietly, ”May I ask what we are going to be working on today?”