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A fading grey tomcat was perched outside the Ancient's den. Greyfreeze's eyes where slightly cloudy, and his sight was starting to get blurry. However, it didn't stop the once mighty Warrior from surveying his domain. A part of him itched to go on patrols and hunt once more, but the other part of him was tired and sore. As a Warrior, Greyfreeze wasn't exactly friendly. But as an Elder with nothing better to do, it's almost as if he's dedicated his last moons to being a professional grouch. Which is why when the first cat who wandered dangerously close to the bag of bones, Greyfreeze fixated his milky glare on them and huffed. "My nest is /wet/. Can't Apprentice's these days so incompetent that they cannot preform simple tasks; such as, ringing out moss before bringing it into the dens?" The grey tomcat rumbled, "Well I guess if you want something done right..." With a sniff the Elder broke off, realizing that he forgot where moss was collected. Greyfreeze then barked at the poor cat, more angry at himself. "You are going to help me fix this mess!"
It just so happened to be Northpaw that was walking past the elder tom when his voice boomed out angry and demanding, she turned her blind amber eyes to him as her paws stopped. Many of Winterclan were still oblivious to her blindness and she assumed the crazy ancient here was probably one of them. "What seems to be the problem, Greyfreeze?" She followed the musky scent of the tom until she was standing at his side, while he was being dramatic she knew like Coldfog he had bad days and lapses in memory, it was the main reason she had held her tongue and decided to calmly offer her help.
"Hey, old man, you're still terrorizing cat just trying to do their jobs, I see," a voice called out. Snakefang padded toward the old tom. Seeing the look of the shocked cat, brought an amused smile to his. Assuming they had been doing something before being called out by Greyfreeze, he dismissed them to complete their task. Turning his attention to the Elder, he asked, "What do you need done?"
Greyfreeze was about to answer Northpaw's question when Snakefang joined the conversation. The old tom quickly turned his attention to the Warrior, "If mentor's trained their Apprentices properly, I wouldn't have too terrorize them." The grey feline retorted to the Warrior. "And it's been an Apprentices task to gather moss for the Elders since before /I/was born." The tom was starting to calm down a bit, probably satisfied that he had gotten attention from two Clanmates. "Speaking of moss, the last mouse-brained Apprentice that changed my nest brought me damp moss. Somethingpaw, or whatever their name was." Granted, the moss likely had frost on it, which melted with Greyfreeze's body heat. "And..." The grey tomcat narrowed his eyes at Northpaw, pausing for a second before he remembered the younger feline's name, "Northpaw was just elected as the cat to show help me gather more bedding. Hum... but with three of us, it would take only one trip."
Snakefang shrugged and figured, since the tom was an Elder, he'd help out, even if there were more pressing matters than an old coot complaining about wet moss. "Sure, I'll go along. I'm not doing anything right now anyways." His gaze fell onto the apprentice. For some reason the name of their mentor could be found in his memory so he asked. "Hey, Northpaw, who's your mentor. I'll go let them know you'll be busy for a bit."
Northpaw had been so focused on Greyfreeze that she let her guard down, closed the range of her other senses where she was and so when Snakefang approached and spoke it caught her by surprise. She quietly scolded herself and turned her face to the soldier out of habit, she couldn't see him but had always felt it rude not to look at someone when they were speaking to you. "Harlow is my mentor, we didn't have any training today though, he just told me to stay out of trouble." She would have rather been training but respected her mentor too much to argue with him.
Turning back to Greyfreeze she gave a small smile. "Don't worry, Greyfreeze, we're going to find you the driest moss. We can go whenever your ready." Her smile vanished as she looked unseeing towards Snakefang once again, the rare sight now only a memory. "Where should we start looking?"
