Lemur: Ploverpaw was lurking near the camp entrance, anxious. He knew about the sickness going around--it was obvious--and he was sure there was something he could do to help. But he was just an apprentice and he couldn't bother the medicine cat or assistants when they were already spread so thin. And he didn't feel like he could go to Cometstorm, not after the way he'd run off last time they talked. He watched the comings and goings, shifting his paws, feeling useless and frustrated.
Stars: Cometstorm shuffled into camp, her jaws laden with fresh kill. She'd been out hunting since the crack of dawn, thankful that the chill of the approaching leafbare had done little to thin their prey.
As she deposited the food, hoping to bring strength to her clanmates, she noticed movement near the camp entrance - and, after turning towards it, saw it Ploverpaw - her apparent apprentice.
She let out a sigh, gazing longingly at the medicine cats den for a moment, before padding quickly