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Pipitchirp gave a quaint sigh of relief. Being able to leave the camp for around the third time since she gave birth was honestly such a pleasure to feel. Perhaps she should feel guilty, for succumbing to her selfish needs of freedom, but Peakit, and now Beekit too, had just been draining her of any energy she had. As well as that, she was now being taught about medicine and herbs by none other than Juniperpaw and Shinefang, which was yet again something else that made her inevitably jaded. She did enjoy looking after the kits, and learning about healing, but it was all just a little too much to handle at times. Which was why taking a break sounded quite splendid to her ears.
Her eyes travelled down to the path ahead of her, scrutinising the small paw prints and dull foliage that were scattered frequently across the dirt. Some tracks seemed smaller than others, whilst a few were almost triple the size of her own paws. Gosh, imagine what type of creature could of created those...
Although Pipitchirp wanted to be in denial of any foxes or badgers that may have loomed on the Skyclan grounds, she had to come to the understanding that of course there were things larger and more scarier than what she could even begin to think about. There was no point in blocking out the potential threats that surrounded her, in fact, it was probably better to just carry on with her merry little life, and if the time came were she got ruffled up by perhaps a larger predator; she'd definitely be prepared.

It was becoming obvious that Pipitchirp hadn't been out of camp in a while, by her hesitant steps and dubious glances from left-to-right. She was a little confused on which direction she should head to next, noticing that the trees had begun to disband, and the vegetation grew in less clumps. The female carried on, appendages pushing her through puddles and shrubs, whilst her bodice curved and bended to allow her to travel through tight spaces. With her thin build, the she-cat was quite swift on her feet, and she was able to twist and turn through tunnels and the like. Although, flexibility did come with its disadvantages. Despite being able to gallop at quick speeds, Pipitchirp's strength and stamina were... certainly low. She could barely climb up a few rocks without tumbling down at least twice. But, even though she was as weak as a twig, the molly preferred having her fast gaits.
The only problem was, when she was too busy admiring the scenery around the territory, her legs had been travelling a little too quickly for her to realise it. And, soon enough, she ended up in a very unfortunate predicament.

"Oh bother," the tan and chocolate fae stated, having stopped her treading to observe the lands, "I seem to be rather lost...."Her soft voice uttered merely to herself. Verdant-green pools glanced from side-to-side, desperately trying to grasp any familiarity of the area that happened to be locked inside of her brain. Perhaps her lackadaisical self had decided to sprung out today, because no matter what, she could not remember where she was; or the path she had taken to get there. Pipitchirp drew out a quaky sigh from deep within her lungs, letting the air slither out from her parted lips like a cobra. Banner swaying by her hind legs, the Skyclan queen warily stepped onwards, taking frequent whiffs of the air. It didn't smell all too much like Skyclan, that was for sure. Unrecognisable scents clogged up her mind, yet something about them piqued the interest of the bi-coloured she-cat. Maybe it was the fact that she was basically in the unknown, and the adrenaline was getting to her. But, it could of also been that the change in scenery was somewhat... refreshing? Rejuvenating almost.
@Inglewood Binks