[territory tour] owls and adders are both predators, you know!

[kailie]

[Shadow Fiend is currently active.]

Primroseadder emerged from the warriors’ den, stretching before darting into the shadows around the edges of RiverClan’s camp and slinking silently over to the apprentices’ den, where she reemerged to stick her head in its entrance and call out for her kit.

“Owlpaw!” The warrior mewed sharply, her voice quiet so only her apprentice could hear. “Rise ‘n shine, love. I know that you’re not used to wakin’ up this early, but you’re an apprentice now, ‘n you’re goin’ ta have ta get used ta it. Now, c’mon, get up. ‘m takin’ ya out for your tour of the territory today.”

@crow.

[crow.]

Owlpaw was already wide awake and excited for the day. The small tom's paws were curling and claws digging into the moss of his nest. When his mother poked her head in, Owls perked up and race out, grinning. "I couldn't sleep mum! I was too 'cited!"
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[kailie]

Primroseadder chuckled softly and nuzzled Owlpaw’s head with her maw when he had appeared at her side. “‘m glad ya were excited, Owls, but promise Mama you’ll get your beauty sleep from now on. You’ll certainly need it,” she commented, dipping out of the camp through the tunnel. “Now, ya won’t be seein’ Smallpines or Sedgewater Valley—RiverClan’s borders with ThunderClan ‘n WindClan—today. There’s otters lurkin’ at Smallpines, ‘n Sedgewater Valley is still closed. ‘m sure you’ll see them on patrols, though.”

The RiverClanner closed her maw for a few moments before getting herself together. “Alright, this is RiverClan’s general territory. Most of the huntin’ happens here, ‘n it’s also where the most herbs are collected. If ya find yourself on an herb or a huntin’ patrol, you’ll likely find yourself here.”

As the two kept walking, the trees grew thinner and the leaf-littered forest floor slowly gave way to sand. “This here is Lionsbeach. It isn’t known for good huntin’, but the occasional fish ‘n crab can be found on the shore ‘n taken home so long as no seagulls have gotten ta ‘em. ‘N we can take a seagull or two back ta camp as well, if we manage ta catch ‘em. They’re feisty little birds,” Primroseadder turned an affection green gaze on her son. “If you’re good ‘n don’t get inta trouble, maybe I’ll bring ya out here one day when I take ya huntin’ ‘n we can watch the sunrise together. How does that sound?”

@crow.