[Estelle]

Coldpaw
[ 6 moon | She / Her | Wc Tunneller Apprentice | Heightened Perception: Touch ]

Across the border? Coldpaw pondered that statement for a moment.
"Where is the border, exactly?"
Coldpaw decided to ask, paws creeping closer to that sacred line that kept the clans apart. She could smell the ThunderClanner's scent growing stronger the closer she got, her heart beating; Leopardflight just said they weren't hostile, still, there was something exhilarating about closing in on the line and the thought of standing face to face with the opposite clan. But she stopped short some ways away. Mumma wouldn't like her getting too close, surely, and Rainpaw probably wouldn't want her interacting with ThunderClan strangers. It didn't satiate her curiosity, but she had a manner of being to uphold. She lowered her head, looking lost where she stood.

"How-?"
Loepardflight was already answering her question. Do not cross the strong forest-like tree scent, and locate nearby objects to rub against with your whiskers. She twitched her whiskers at the mention of them, turning away from the border and proceeding in an aimless line until she felt the edge of a rock on the ground. After a moment's thought, she leaned in to rub her nuzzle along it.
"Like this?"
She asked. This warrior seemed to lack in confidence. Coldpaw couldn't blame her, she supposed. Maybe she was nervous teaching Twilightstar's youngest daughter, Leopardflight wouldn't be the first, or maybe she lacked the confidence that seemed to come with her youthful age - judging by the tone of her voice.


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