*Jaywing nodded, finishing up the first leaf wrap and beginning to make the second one. he was quiet for a while, focusing on not only his work, but probably whatever conversation was also going on in his head at the same time. y'know, that's an interesting thing to think about; how many voices was Jaywing talking about when he said 'voices' plural? like, was it 2? 3? MORE than 3? actually, that'd explain a lot of his scatterbrained-ness*
*Jaywing was quiet for a bit, thinking, nodding slowly, but seemed to have mentally split himself again; body on autopilot, mind wandering elsewhere*
Jaywing: There's not really anywhere else for me to be put, but, thanks. anyways, I'm making us some traveling herbs for the journey. that being said, do you think we should wait to eat them at the edge of our border, or here in camp?
*Jaywing purred and walked deeper into the den to start grabbing things*
Jaywing: maybe a little *the little med cat paused as he rolled some herbs into a wrap before his voice went soft* Stoatpaw? You don't, think I'm mental, do you?
*Ivystar frowned deeply at Stoatpaw, clearly irked by the tone she was being spoken to in, but knowing the (for the most part) the little tripod was right*
Ivystar: like that. That’s the knack and snark I’m talking about *The leader then turned to address Jaywing, who was “looking” down and seemed distracted* Jaywing, *the silver tabby snapped his head up, straightening. Ivystar sighed* Do you think you’d be capable of leading your and Stoatpaw’s trek?
Jaywing: yes, Ivystar, I do *his air had suddenly gone from scattered, to completely in control. Ivystar paused, narrowing her eyes, before sighing and putting a paw to her muzzle and closing her eyes*
Ivystar: *tiredly* then you have my permission to go *the leader began to leave before looking at them over her shoulder with a scowl and stern tone* I would like you two to note that if we weren’t short on warriors, I never would’ve let you go alone together! But, desperate times *the white and black she-cat exited the den, leaving Jaywing and Stoatpaw alone*
*Ivystar blinked and silently brushed her tail over Jaywing's ears, making her former apprentice let out a barely audible noise in his throat Stoatpaw could only assume was a stand in for a reproachful scowl. Ivystar ignored him, however, still looking at Stoatpaw*
Ivystar: I'm sure, but your competence was not what I was questioning. First off, you don't even know the way to the Moonpool- and don't you dare tell me that the voices'll guide you, Jaywing, I'm not trusting your fate up to something that could very well just be auditory hallucinations *Jaywing shut his mouth, tail curling around his paws and ears folding back* Second, you two are 8 and 10 moons old respectively; this journey is physically taxing for some warriors to make. and lastly, most _pressingly_, *the leader paused, narrowing her eyes at the two young toms* you two have a knack for making enemies. not that it's necessarily your fault *(she definitely thought it was their fault)* but you still do
