Re: Herondive Hollow
It wasn't often Wolfhive approached this border - he'd been a sickly apprentice when much of the Sunkissed Creek fighting had gone down, and tensions had simmered down considerably since.
The fallen tree was always the worst part. It shifted to a side as Wolfhive crossed it, causing the fur of his spine to rise in alarm. The scar in the earth beneath him was one hell of a fall, and he could see the sun bleached bones of unlucky fallen animals.
Once across, the first thing Wolfhive did was check for any oddities. ShadowClan's scent wasn't too recent, but it was there; in comparison to RiverClan it came off as more casual which Wolfhive appreciated. The less stinky assness of a border, the better! One didn't need to saturate it in order to get a point across.
He began to mark his side of the border, a simple scent refresher.
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