Dat Cleanin' Yo

[Runningpaw]

Runningpaw entered the den with a large wad of fresh moss neatly tucked under his chin, and a smaller wad clamped in his jaws. He set it down next to the entrance and looked around the large, herb-scented cave. He didn't mind the mixed, powerful scents of all of the leaves and berries like a lot of his clan-mates seemed to, but he couldn't imagine being around it all day every day.

He was a bit skeptical about cleaning this den. The silver-ish colored tabby wasn't particularly fond of sickness, and being in a cave where sick cats came to stay wasn't fun. But, as an apprentice, it's Runningpaw's duty to help the Medicine Cats out, and therefore he'll make this cleaning thread as fast as possible with Forestbreak and Clovepetal.

"Hey, Forestbreak, Clovepetal, I'm here to change out some of the older bedding, or whatever you need done." He said clearly, trying to stick close to the wall, but also look as normal as possible doing so.

[Forestbreak]

Forestbreak glanced at the apprentice. "Hello," she said simply, turning towards him and padding over in a few short strides. "Cleaning, hm? Thank you. That does need doing. The den's getting a touch dirty, don't you think?" She smiled. "You can change out the bedding in the nests, yes, and throw all of the old herbs in the corners out of the den. You can just sweep them out with your tail," the medicine cat told him, demonstrating by sweeping at a dried marigold leaf with her tail and watching it skitter out of the den.

She noticed that he looked a little nervous, but paid it no heed. All apprentices were nervous. It was a fact of life. She shot him a small smile. "Get to work," she then said briskly, returning to sorting her herbs as she kept an eye on the apprentice out of the corner of her eye.

"What's your name, by the way?" she asked a moment later.

[Runningpaw]

Runningpaw just nodded as Forestbreak spoke, keeping an eye on the dirty beds behind them. Once Forestbreak padded off he kicked one wad of moss over to the nests, then slowly pulled on one mossy tendril. Forestbreak, thankfully, interrupted him and he turned back to her. "Oh, my name is Runningpaw." He said politely, wishing Forestbreak could have made more conversation for him. Anything to not touch the germ ridden nests.

He then took in a deep breath, turned around and quickly demolished the nest, kicking the scraps behind him. "One down." He muttered under his breath, forming a new nest in it's place. Then he moved on to the second, then the third, and so on. Now there were only two left, and then he would just need to clean up the dead herbs scattered throughout the den.