The tom nodded. "I haven't either." He got to his feet, stumbling as he felt a sharp pain in his back leg. "I- have to go restock on herbs. if Lilypaw wakes up, hopefully soon, could you tell him I went out to the river? If you see Batfang give him a swat over the ears for me." He gave a small smile, and hissed to himself as he limped over to the entrance.
Making his way through the forest, he smelled the air. He was rather low on Fennel and Feverfew, and felt it best to go looking for the herbs. Spotting some Feverfew along the river bank, he absentmindedly went to retrieve it. As he picked the plant, he spotted something unnaturally brown in his peripheral vision. Turning to face it, his whole body went cold when he saw the water-logged body that lay on the bank. He was used to seeing cats who were ill, and he treated many who died. But to see such a young and innocent apprentice lying with a look of terror on his face made him gag. He waited a moment to gain his composure, and approached the body.
Coldpaw had been dead for a long time, as his body (even the part not wet) was cold. He knew the apprentice to not be the best swimmer, (as he had to treat him with thyme to calm him down after a failed attempt multiple times), but it was obvious that this was something different. Only part of the apprentice's fur was wet, and he was awake when he drowned.
"Someone intentionally did this. You didn't just drown- you were drowned." his breath caught in his throat, anxiety filling with cold anger. He got to his paws, lightly pressing his nose to the apprentices forehead. "Let Starclan guide your path.". He glanced around, spotting a small bunch of mint. grabbing the leaves, he began rubbing them on to Coldpaw's body, carefully and kindly. The scent was now masked, and he sighed deeply. there was no way he could bring Coldpaw's body back on his own, his leg would give out if he tried.
However, he couldn't bring himself to leave the apprentice. It felt wrong to just leave him there.