Marbledface wasn't thrilled by his answer, new-leaf and green-leaf were always the most popular of seasons. Though she supposed newness and a fresh start was attractive in a way to her. It was what she had been trying to do since she broke away from her family, though they still seemed to hang onto his pelt like a shadow. She sniffed at a tree, making sure the markers were strong. She did it not really only for checking the marker though, she also needed to stretch. The mottled molly had found that regular stretching helped her shoulder to stay loose and relaxed, making her longer patrols easier to disguise. She didn't look at Jaguarclaw while she did so, afraid her expression would give something away. Her eyes did scrunch shut and her forehead wrinkled a bit at the discomfort of the stretch, but within a breath she was back on her feet and trotting to catch up again. "I suppose that is another great season in its own ways." She said with a nod, glancing up at him. Then she tilted her nose to catch the breeze. The smell of Windclan warriors was distant and stale, this would just be another round of the border without anything of interest taking place. She suppressed a sigh at the thought of a boring border patrol she didn't want it to seem like she wasn't enjoying the tom's presence, because it was quite the contrary. The molly found herself stealing glances at his gleaming patterned coat quite often, admiring it. Though she made sure to glance quickly, hoping he wouldn't be able to notice if she took quick peaks.