[Estelle]

...It was muddy. Very muddy. Sleepypaw didn't know how to feel about it, eyeing the ground as she methodically tried to walk upon the less dirty earth... Though with little result. An ear flickered in discomfort, every so often shaking the mud from her paws only for a new layer to cover them, her single white paw soon matching her other three black ones. She perked up at Chesnutfeather's words, idly nodding. Broom. Yellow bell-like flowers, bushes. And mushrooms...
"Mama didn't say what mushrooms look like."
The newly made apprentice mewed softly, dully.
"Do you know what mushrooms look like?"
She asked, to be sure. While she did not enjoy asking just anyone this, Chesnutfeather sure seemed to act like he knew what they looked like. Well, mama would let her know if they gathered the wrong mushrooms, but... It wouldn't be very good. Awaiting an answer, she began looking around at least for the broom; yellow flowers, bushes, bell-shaped. Whatever bell-shaped was. That couldn't be too difficult to find, against the murky background here.


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