[Myling]

 

Originally Posted by Dolomedes

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

Moonmeadow nodded, she could understand being over whelmed by new smells, they remembered leaving camp for the first couple times it almost gave her a headache. Though it was quite the nose that this little warrior had on her, Moonmeadow grinned again, "That's good! It's good to recognize that you have more than just your eyes especially in the barer seasons." The warrior stood up with a soft little hop, acting more like an apprentice than the actual apprentice was but it was all in good fun. Being all work no play lead to sad old cats, which just wouldn't do, Moonmeadow could hardly even think of herself being a grumpy cat like that. The feline blinked her sickly green eyes again before motioning for the apprentice to be at her side again as she padded past the clearing. Onto the next stop...

The warrior hummed a song to themself as they led through the territory, sometimes pointing out some of the odder smells in the air, like the moist damp smell that came with areas that liked to had some herbs, and the strange smell that seemed to follow moss and lichen. Just little things that Moonmeadow has picked up in their time as a warrior and apprentice for that matter. It was their apprentice years when they started to lose their eyes and it was when they gained a new appreciation for the scents and her whiskers. After a fair bit of her rambling about nothing, the warriors finally stopped as they made it to their next destination. The soil beneath their paws have started to turn all soggy, " Lookie here, as you'll see around us our next destination is none other than the Croaking Swamp." The warrior motioned around the warrior-apprentice pair, "Between all of the wet mud and the oh so welcoming slosh of soggy soil, you'll hear the sing song of toads and frogs, what a festive place amiright?" Moonmeadow spoke with a playful sarcasm, the warrior didn't mind the swamp but she knew that it took an acquired taste to tolerate the feel of mud seeping between your toes and into your pelt no matter how thick.

"We'll pass by, not through, but the deeper you go the marshy-er it seems to get so keep that in mind, on the bright side though all sorts of frogs can be found which is a personal favorite of mine." They would hit the Windclan border next. Then go to the marsh's front side where they'll reach the Icy Heartlands next.

[ Note: For simplicity's sake, we'll be going over the Windclan border and say that this was before the mink announcement? Or if you don't want that I can edit this post and we'll head straight to the Icy Heartlands. ]

 

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

Herondive Hollow
Saltmeadow Marsh
Whispering Wetlands (can we just say this takes place before the mink problem for simplicity's sake ;-; )

Willowpaw
| ShadowClan Apprentice | 7 Moons | She/Her, Female |
| Kitty soft paws [inactive] | Heightened Perception [smell] |

As the ground beneath her paws began slowly turning mushy and muddy, Willowpaw had a feeling she'd be a good chunk less clean by the time they were done with this stop. Croaking Swamp is bit icky, She thought as Moonmeadow stated the name of the landmark cheerfully. As the Warrior circled around, she mewed a quiet agreement that the place sounded like it was brimming with life, and with a look around, it was obvious it was well with plants, "Uhm, yep. Lots of- err, lots of sounds," Though the frogs and toads were having a singing showdown for the grand prize of two bugs, she was practically having a battle to the death with all of the smells surrounding them. Moonmeadow seemed impossibly undisturbed by the abundance of horrible smells, and they actually seemed to enjoy it here.

She was saved from having to sacrifice her poor nose to the swamps when Moonmeadow said they'd be skirting around the edges to the WindClan border. She hoped they'd be skipping over it, too. She'd heard something about minks over there, and from the sound of it they weren't very friendly, and she didn't want to get beaten up by them, whatever minks were. "Uhm, could we c-could we hop over th-the WindC-Clan border?" She mewed with a hopeful glint in her voice. While waiting for a response, she took the short moment she had to pay some more attention to the land around her. She focused on the smells, then she immediately regretted it. She quickly focused back on another sense, the smell of the marsh would be stuck with her for a while now. It felt like the swamp was trying to choke her with scents, all flooding around her like they were curious about the new-comer. The mosquitoes were extremely annoying, and she'd already swatted around 10 away from herself, and many more were sure to come in they're place. The buzzing, croaking, smells, and mud were overwhelming, like small needles to her ears and nose. Each second she began longing more and more to leave the swamp, and she felt like maybe never coming back here again was a pretty good idea. She yanked her attention from the million scents (Or at least tried to), and back to the tour and Moonmeadow.

(Yeah prob best to avoid the windclan border)