Quietpaw Training Thread (P)

[Morrigan]

Quietpaw
Shadowclan apprentice
Purrk: Mind reader(active)
30/100

The apprentice followed Hillstrider, pleased to leave the horrid border. Next some landmarks, oh goody. She wanted to go back to camp, this was tiring yet she supposed she HAD to see every inch of the territory...that didn't mean she wanted to by the way.

Next up was...a creek? Why the hell would they have a literal body of water running through their territory? What were they, fish?! Viewing the small stream with obvious disdain, Quietpaw glanced up at their mentor and noticed something. Hillstrider looked upset. Why? Had the creek wronged him somehow? These inquiries were soon dismissed as he explained. Oh, so Grandmother had given it to Thunderclan...Dawnstar was a stubborn cat so it was unlikely the territory would be regaine though she wouldn't be the one to destroy the tabby's hopes.

The next landmark they vistied gave Quiet the creeps. It was like a ghost town(not like she knew what that was) and danger seemed to inhabit it. Fur prickling uncomfortably she swivelled her ears round to listen to her mentor, keeping her gaze focused at all times. So this was a graveyard? It made sense now since she could see the grief in her mentor's expression. Still wary abeit calmer Quietpaw gave a simple nod at her mentor's question. She could smell ash, dead wood and cold air but did he really expect her to bother giving a proper answer?

@Mica

[Mica]

Hillstrider
ShadowClan
he/him | 18 moons
[Big fluffy orange tabby with yellow eyes]
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When Quietpaw didn't answer, Hillstrider shuffled his paws a bit. "Yeah, sometimes it's hard. But during Greenleaf you can scent a whole bunch of prey here." Not wanting to stay here for too long Hillstrider padded further into the territory until they reached a portion of the forest that housed a lot of trees covered in thick, sprawling spiderwebs. The trees were dead, mostly, but towering pines clustered close together cast the entire area in deep shadow. Hillstrider paused as they entered the land mark. "This is Icy Heartlands! Named after Dawnstar's mother, Icestar. Not a whole lot of hunting around here, gonna be honest." He padded along the outskirts of the darker part of the forest, slipping in and out of pockets of shadow as the gradient between the regular forest and the Heartlands entertwined.

Eventually, they came upon a clearing cast in golden sunlight from a break in the trees. Hillstrider settled down at the edge of it, being mindful of the herbs that had begun to poke through the ground. "This is Shadow's Break. Great place for hunting and herbs!" He jerked his head at the large fallen log with a stream trickling under it. "Lotta frogs under there. Moss and mushrooms grow there too." His tail swished behind him. "If you're sent on herb patrols, this is the place you wanna be sent to."

Once Quietpaw had her fill of this place, Hillstrider pushed himself to his paws and began trotting away. "Next stop is our last, promise!" He chirped.

Padding through the Icy Heartland, the ground slowly became wetter, trees spread more far apart until they were standing in pools of water. The ground became muddier and more slippery, until Hillstrider was pointing out roots to step on. "This--" he called, pointing at the deep water that rippled around the tangled roots of the trees, "--is Croaking Swamp. You can tell why it's called that 'cause:" He went silent, a big grin forming on his face as frogs and toads croaked endlessly. "Yep. Loads of 'em."

[Morrigan]

Quietpaw
Shadowclan apprentice
Purrk: Mind reader(permanently active)

Quietpaw threw an agitated glare at Hillstrider as he assume she couldn't smell anything. Oh, so he did want her to tell him? Tch, then he should've been more specific; not all cats could read minds. Fur prickling, the apprentice padded grumpily after her mentor as took off again towards their next landmark.

Shadows blended into the young molly's pelt as the two moved into a harsher looking part of Shadowclan's territory. This place gave her chills. Unironic because she soon learned it's related name. Icy heartlands. Named her Icestar, her grandmother's mother. So her great-grandmother. She must've been a pretty powerful cat for a piece of the territory to be named after her...that, or Dawnstar really liked her which sounded quite unlikely to her.

Ok, on with the tour. Taking note of her the fuffy tom's sudden careful manner, Quietpaw did her best to mimic it as they reached a sunbathed clearing. Oh so it was a useful place? Good to know, but the frogs didn't excite her, if anything it made the splotched she-cat want to leave as soon as possible. The amphibians were just so...bleh. Wonderful, now she sounded childish.

Trotting after Hillstrider, eager to escape the so called many frogs, Quiet started liften her paws higher as the ground became more marshy a look of total trepidation formed on her face... was that... what she think she heard? It was confirmed. As if on command one of the slimy creatures appeared about a fox-length away from the pair of mentor and apprentice.

Nope.

Heart skipping a beat, Quietpaw reeled away in horror at the sight of what she despised. Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew! She had to get away from the...the SWAMP BEASTS! Panic setting in, she started scrambling away from the frog yet kept slipping on the muddy ground. No way Jose would she stay here! This putrid place couldn't keep her captive with these things! Pelt fluffed and dirtied, she continued her heart racing attempt at getting free and the frog...just sat there. Head empty, no thoughts.

(I'm so sorry this is late, my stupid brain forgot again! T^T )

@Mica