Squishy icky yucky. At least if you went too deep into the mud. The area where Shrewstep stopped was pleasant enough to stand on however, carpeted as it was with nice, thick moss. Shadowclan moss was always thick on account of how moist the air was, but this area had a particularly fine color. Turning to face his new apprentice, he mewed This is Darkwater Mire! Kind of icky squishy if you go too far into the middle, but there're plenty of frogs around here if you fancy munching on a few of those! He wasn't a big frog guy himself, but he could see the appeal if you wanted something between fish and standard flesh.
Sometimes you'll see squirrels about, but you do want to be careful at night because a few owls live around the area. Now this might be a concern more for him than Shadepaw, given his small size, but an owl could definitely nab a small cat. A large enough one could probably swoop him away if he didn't kill it when it came down, and so large birds always gave him the willies. That wasn't how he wanted to die, no sirree. He was doing quite fine on the ground, thank you very much. Any questions? he inquired, before turning to trot towards Grotto. They could walk and talk. @snowflake.
Shadepaw Pure black pelt; dark mackerel markings; amber eyes
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Icky squishy was an understatement. Shadepaw stepped over large wet patches and winced as her paws squelched in the mud. Honestly, why would Shadowclan decide to make their territory in the marshiest place? Ah well. She'd just have to get used to it. Thankfully, though, Shrewstep stopped in a fairly mossy area, free of wetness. She gazed at her surroundings with sharp eyes. She would see all of her territory, learn all of its strengths and weaknesses. She would become so familiar with it she could do almost anything in it. That was her goal. She would show Clovepool that this tour wasn't a waste of time, that it was useful. Shadepaw was determined to make the most out of this. It was difficult to impress her mother, she knew. But that wouldn't stop her from trying. She twisted one ear in the direction of her mentor, acknowledging his words. This part was good for squirrels. She turned to look back at Shrewstep, though, when he mentioned owls. She had heard tales about owls before. She'd have to be careful at night here. It seemed it was time to leave. She followed Shrewstep in silence, slightly behind him. Questions... She could ask questions, learn more about the territory. She didn't really have any questions, couldn't think of any. "I don't know," she muttered, traversing around a particularly large puddle.