[versailles]

SQUIRRELRISE
she/her. 15 moons. small, scarred russet molly with brown markings and yellow eyes.
[ chill of death, hulk SMASH ]

she feels like she's giving a lot of apprentices hunting lessons lately, or some type of training in general...hm. oh well, it keeps her occupied ans productive.

bushy tail flicking back and forth, squirrelrise leads silentpaw through the territory of shadowclan. the fog that clouds the territory seems thicker than usual - she figures, because of the recent rain - which leaves her feeling a tad uneasy, head jerking in the direction of any sound, even the tiniest ones. with leaffall coming, the territory was also cooler, something she was happy about considering the heat was very troublesome with her thick pelt.

padding further into the territory, the fog eventually thins out and the scenery becomes less eerie. she decides to stop in a relatively open area of the forest, not exactly a clearing - but close enough to one. "..alright.." she murmurs, half to herself as she faces silentpaw. "d-do you...know anything..about s-stealth..s-so far?"

[ @Starphobia ]