Irisfrost
When she heard Wisteriaheart's call, Irisfrost stood up from where she had been grooming herself and padded over. The event sounded useful; it would give the apprentices some training, which she was always happy to do. “I can teach,” she told the warrior. Quite a few apprentices were also willing to teach. Irisfrost quietly made note of them; they’d make good mentors someday. “What skills are the apprentices learning?”
While the group waited, Irisfrost took the time to give her pelt a few brisk licks. It was short, so it rarely got messy, but as always, she wanted to look her best, especially since she hadn’t had time to finish her grooming before coming.