Irisfrost
The otter fight had been successful, with no casualties; that was good. RiverClan needed a victory, a win without losses. Too many times they had suffered defeat, losing valuable warriors in the process.
As Stormstar called for three kits to step up to the Stormcrest, Irisfrost watched as one, two came forwards. Where was the third? Maybe they were still in the nursery. Strange; she didn't know how a kit would miss Stormstar calling their name, but who knew.
They became apprentices, and then it was time for reassignments. Irisfrost liked Stormstar's new policy; that if a warrior didn't train their apprentice they wouldn't be assigned another one. Hopefully it would stop (or at last reduce the number of) apprentices getting mentors that neglected them.
Hearing her name among the reassignments startled her, and it took her a moment to realise she had been given one. Breezepaw. Irisfrost's brows furrowed; she didn't think she would've been given another apprentice, not when there were plenty of warriors without one. Maybe Stormstar thought she had done a good job training Grimpaw. But that couldn't be it; she hadn't gone above the standards of a decent mentor. Maybe Stormstar's bar of an exceptional mentor was lower than she had thought.
But... wait, she hadn't seen Grimpaw around lately. Sure, the camp was big enough that they might just not have noticed each other as they did their daily tasks, but he could be missing. Thinking about it, it wasn't an unlikely scenario. Irisfrost frowned, deciding she would look for Grimpaw later, to see if he was still a part of RiverClan. She wasn't going to abandon his training and then find out later that he had been there, waiting for her to take him out all along.
But first she would speak to her new apprentice. "Breezepaw, over here," she called, knowing the apprentice likely wouldn't know who she was.
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