[Abyssopelagic]

Palepaw had turned in early, with the increasingly cold days, she wanted to spend as little time out of her nest as she possibly could. Sadly this usually meant less training, but everyone seemed to be staying in camp a lot more lately anyway, so she didn't feel too bad about this.
She curled up in her nest and eventually drifted to sleep.

The sound of wind in her ear and the smell of decay woke her up. It was a harsh and unfamiliar scent, and very jarring compared to her nice warm den.
She stood up and looked around. It didn't seem to be cold like the Clan territory was, so.... where was she? It seemed an odd place to dream of.


@ghostwriter