Sure, Sardinepaw probably has something better to do, like train for the warrior assessment he's already fallen so far behind on. But the lingering doom of a test he might fail a second time (in his defense, he'd been sick for some time, and insisted on taking his first assessment the moment he'd left Jinglemoon's care) is all too much right now. And, hey, Sardinepaw's been training plenty already. He deserves a break, right?
The older apprentice has a group gathered around him, huddled over the treasure he beckons them forth with. Before him lies a plethora of pebbles and shells — small things that the gray-faced tom has been able to scrounge up in the moon since leaving the medicine den. He knows there's bound to be plenty of other cats around here that will appreciate them.
" Pretty cool, right? " Sardinepaw meows to his observing cats, before a white paw lifts to point out a swirling shell. " This one's my favorite. I think a snail might've lived in it, once. " He flashes a smile at the group, offering them a closer look at the prizes at his feet.
" You can take some, if you want! " For a moment, his smile falters in consideration, a worry that someone might take his most favorite shells. The same paw moves to pull his snail shell closer to his form. " Just... not this one, yeah? "
