[Myling]

 

Originally Posted by Dolomedes

Moonmeadow
| She/they | ShC warrior | Moons: 21 | Purrks: Shadow Fiend |

Willowpaw’s voice caught them a bit off guard, the poor thing sounded terribly frightened and the warrior turned to glance at the young molly with concern. Then following Willowpaw’s question, her sickly green eyes turned to the cobweb trees and then sighed softly, they were a bit frightening they suppose. “The cobweb trees don’t really have much life at all, besides the odd caterpillar here and there. Sometimes birds will perch but nothing all that scary.” The warrior spoke reassuringly, or at least tried to sound reassuring. Next on their list after the Icy Heartlands is none other than the Mourning Ruins, but maybe the pair should go to the Sunkissed Creek instead. Don’t want to frighten Willowpaw anymore by going from scary forest to burned ruins. Yep, the creek first, then a border, then the ruins. That sounded like a plan. The warrior gently nudged the apprentice to start walking with her, Moonmeadow remained by her side.

The warrior began to lead the apprentice away from the trees and padded through the terrain of Shadowclan before finally coming across the Sunkissed Creek. Moonmeadow as per usual started with a little spiel of the place as they stopped walking. "This here is the Sunkissed Creek! Pretty good for prey and the likes but has a nasty habit of getting predators for some reason." Moonmeadow wasn't sure why herself to be completely honest. They just like it here they guess, well they like it here so maybe that counts for something. Nothing too special besides that. They weren't sure of any games that would work for this place so Moonmeadow just let the apprentice take in the new area before they moved along to the next spot.

[ @Myling - Willowpaw ]
[ Note: This takes place before the meeting that has announced the lost of Sunkissed Creek so I will be continuing as such. Next post will be Herondive Hollow. ]

 

Shadow's Break
Croaking Swamp
Sunkissed Creek
Mourning Ruins
Icy Heartlands
Moonlit Grotto

Herondive Hollow
Saltmeadow Marsh
Whispering Wetlands

〚~Willow'Paw~〛
| 7 Moons | ShadowClan Apprentice | Female, She/Her | Purrks:
Kitty Soft Paws, Heightened Perception [smell]
[a small tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes]

She nodded sheepishly, she'd just practically had her tail fall off in fear because of a few caterpillars! Stars, the useful cat she was going to be. She took one, final, long squint at the trees, she felt like she could now hear the caterpillars. She could certainly see them. Her whiskers twitched in front of her narrowed eyes, and she turned to Moonmead- she hopped up with a tiny yelp, and looked frantically around. She spotted Moonmeadow, already within the pines of ShadowClan's territory, fading to a silhouette. She scrabbled after her, pathetically tripping at one point. She'd fallen quite far behind from the Warrior.




She could smell the creek before she heard it. She followed Moonmeadow, and soon she was within sight of a body of water. It wasn't rushing as fast as she thought water would be. It was slow -sluggish even-, it seemed peaceful; safe. She liked this landmark, just from its first impresson. Her ears flicked to Moonmeadow.... Wait. This place was a literal hive for predators?? Everything had to have something terrifying about it, didn't it? There was probably a whole championship on who could have the most scary things between landmarks! And every year's winner would probably do a-a- a victory dance or something! "Uhm, uh, are there- uh, pre-preda? About the- they- are? N-n-nevermind," she stammered, but she'd lost her trail of word. Her mind was cooking (She should stop letting it do that), and it was cooking big. It thought it was such a brilliant and masterful idea not even the master-est of masterminds could master its mastering. She should go eat the water! Yes, eat it, not drink. And what was she gonna do? She was still embarrassed from her last talking fail. "C-Could we- Could we, er, th-the water? Stop by the water?" She wasn't sure where that came from, last time she checked she didn't have a library of random questions. But luckily the chosen one to ask wasn't too bad, and she could maybe learn something by the creek. She was a few tail-lengths fro the water itself, and she wasn't about to go squabbling over to the clearly deadly and fatal creek without a warriors permission.