"Ugh." She hated this place. Dark and just so... So gloomy. "Whatever they're doing, as long as they're not all up in our business I'm content." She scented as they walked about the boarder, but... She spotted a big ol' frog. She did promise she'd catch plenty, after all...
Creeping up on the slippery little thing, she pounced and missed. DRAT!
Quickly, she leapt after it, snatching it up in her jaws with a happy purr. It may not have been as much as she wanted, but it would do.
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| Sprucejumper | 13 Moons - ThunderClan Warrior
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Oh no... Oh that was foul. Wretched even. What the hell had curled up and died around here?! You see, this is why despite his general lack of caring, he stuck around ThunderClan. Yes. Their leader might be a murder happy furball. Yes, they were all star worshiping weirdoes. But at least the air didn't smell like crap!
"Agreed..." Sprucejumper drawled, his gaze aloof as he wrinkled his nose with disgust, eyes upon the border.
From the corner of his eye, the chocolate point spotted the gray molly hunting down a warty, flat creature. A toad, if he was not mistaken. Or a frog. Frankly he didn't know and didn't quite care. Neither creature was worth it for his far more refined palate. And yet even as he convinced himself that prey was beneath him, a mild urge to find prey of his own compelled him to move forward. To seek out something to eat. Preferably not toad or frog related. As much as he would love to force feed Pokey the worst imaginable foods known to cat, he preferred to spend his energy on food he would actually enjoy eating, thank you very much. Without much preamble, he followed suit. With a twitch of his tail, he signaled his departure, heading for the trees. He was sure to find something much more pleasant up there.
With well practiced ease, Sprucejumper soon found an ash tree which still sported the brilliant vibrancy of summer in its leaves, fall not yet close enough to make his preferred hunting method a bit of a strain. The branches were sturdy, the leaves plentiful as he silently made his way through the tree's limbs, his dark coat blending in with the wood, eyes nothing more than emeralds leaves among the foliage. His hunt was quick today, and thank the heavens for that. With the rapidly spreading stench across the territory, the Havana Brown mix was not certain how much longer he would have been able to stand that smell. And yet it seemed that the very air had left the denizens of the trees complacent. Secure in the fact that the scent alone would be enough to keep predators away from them.
Or perhaps it was the fact that they were in their nest. Safe away from the eyes of those who would feast on them. Lesser carnivores, no doubt. Worse than him, but then... he had been trained by the best and taken his lessons to heart. How else was he to survive in this mad world of theirs?
Eyes narrowing momentarily, Sprucejumper studied the wood pigeon in the branch beneath him for a few seconds. Making sure he had not been detected. That there was no other wood pigeon waiting in the shadows to strike and foil his plans. Silence met his patience, and as the creature below preened its feathers he struck, fangs finding their mark in an instant, only a minute flapping of surprised wings attempting to take flight marking a change in his surroundings. With his usual laziness, the young tom let go of the pigeon after a quick glance below to ensure his prey wouldn't be stolen. It was always easier to carry it back to camp from the ground as opposed to attempting to climb down with it.
Turning around, about to leap down to join his prey, the ThunderClan warrior stopped, his interest piqued. Deadpanned eyes turned to face the nest his meal had been resting in, dark ears perked up as he saw not one but two eggs at its center. Hmmm... Getting those down from here would be a pain... but food was food. And anything was better than that toad. Besides, it would be a waste to leave them here.
Mind made up, the former house cat grabbed the nest delicately in his maw, balancing it with care as he slowly made his way down, the bird still awaiting his arrival once his paws touched the ground. Gently placing the nest on the ground, the tom grabbed at the wood pigeon, swinging it in a well practiced motion he'd learned from his mentor before grabbing the nest once more, eyes glinting despise their blank look. With the nest to take care of, Sprucejumper had more than enough reason to not speak during the trip back. This alone was more than enough to make the tom giddy with glee. But the fact that he was returning to his patrolmates with a full haul? That was always a feeling that just couldn't be beat. Now the question remained... how good did eggs taste? Guess there was only one way to find out. Too bad it would have to wait until they got back home.
Firepaw trotted happily behind Rookfire as the enforecer made his way to the Thunderclan border, the unfamilar smell of the other clan slowly filling Firepaw's nostrils, getting stronguer as they walked. It wasnt an unpleasant smell, but she definetly prefered Shadowclan's, scent the apprentice only paid attention to once it started growing fainter as they got closer to the Herondive Hollow, being slowly replaced by Thunderclan's. Firepaw smiled a bit to herself, it seemed her nose was getting accustomed to Shadowclan, so much so that its scent was starting to become "background noise" to it. A little step closer to making the clan her true home.
It was a small victory, a silly one even, but a victory nontheless, and she would gladly take it.
But she had to focus, now she was travelling across Shadowclan's borders, an even bigger victory towards getting to fit in in her clan, and not a silly one at all, remembering where this was and what to do in case something strange happened could be extremelly important if Thunderclan decided to start a conflict with Shadowclan or the other way around. When Rookfire had approached her about joining a border patrol, she barely took half a second to agree to go, so much so that she now wondered if her enthusiasm was maybe too aparent, but she couldnt blame her past self, this was just too good of an oportunity to waste! Getting to know her clans borders and get to be with one of the clan's elites? It was an honor! So she made sure to make use of this opportunity and pay attention to her sorroundings and memorice every single tree and rock she walked past, slowly filling the Shadowclan map she was forming in her mind.
When Rookfire spoke, Firepaw quickened her pace a bit to be more or less by his side."No, I havent! This is the first time I've been so close to the borders since I joined...". She responded, her walk gradually becoming slower to match Rookfire's, and eventually stopping in front of the creek that marked the end of Shadowclan's territory. Firepaw nodded at Rookfire's explanation about the Hollow not being a really good place to do anything besides gather a few herbs. Now that he said it, it was true that while comming here she had barely picked up any prey scent, not even from heron's, this place's name sake, so it seemed her nose wasnt tricking her. This lack of anything was provably caused by the dryness in this part of the territory, she guessed, dryness which her paws couldnt help but notice while they made their way there, small bits of dust annoyingly clinging to her paw pads. Whatever lived there before provably left due to this lack of humidity, and the creek may be the last trace of what this place once was. She couldnt blame the prey honestly, she wouldnt like to live here either.
Firepaw followed Rookfire as they continued walking along the creek, following its stream. When the enforcer mentioned two other unfamiliar territories, the Evergreen grotto and the Dawning woods, Firepaws eyes widened a bit, just by their names they sounded so exciting!! The grotto sounded like a lush place filled with various healing herbs and prey, and the Dawning woods... Well, she wasnt sure what the "Dawning" part of the name would imply about the woods, but it did match Dawnstars name, so she just thought that coincidence was cool. She silently hoped those two were close to the border so she could take a peek at them, but she stayed quiet and let Rookfire speak, slowly absorving the information the enforcer was giving her. She looked over to the other side of the border, no Thunderclan cats could be seen nor smelled, so that part of the border patrol routine could be checked off. "Dont worry, I'l be sure to bring someone with me if I have to check out the borders, I dont plan on getting killed by enemy cats so soon!". She knew that that was provably exagerating, but there was a hint of genuiness behind the joking statement. Thunderclan cats were pretty much tied with Shadowclan for physical strength (according to her mother's stories anyway), and she wasnt at all prepared to face one off in combat yet, nor any other cat really, so she still wouldnt dare to come here alone and risk trying to fend off an intruder without backup.
At the mention of the deputy, Firepaw's ears twitched in curiosity. She hadnt had the pleasure of meeting them yet, though she had heard that they were less ruthless than Dawnstar (fact for which she silently was gratefull for), but she would like to meet them one day, maybe in one of those "official patrols" Rookfire spoke about. I see... So usually only report back if something weird happened, got it!" She gave the air a brief sniff before continuing "In that case it seems we wont have to bother the deputy for now, i dont smell any Thunderclan cats in our side of the border."
"hmm" rookfire hummed, "you arent allowed out alone until you earn your warrior name anyway, just want you to keep an eye on whatever warrior is with you so you dont get lost or worse he explained, apperantly having overestimated the amount of information the apprentice had already gotten from another cat. it felt a bit silly to be telling apprentices to keep close to warriors since he himself had done anything but that during the vast majority of his apprenticehood. memories of leaving camp alone to explore or taking a random warrior, (his favourite had been jayfrost because he never really complained,) and leaving them somewhere along the way to continue alone without having to worry about being caught alone, floated around his head briefly before focussing on the border once again. "yeah, if we were done now you wouldnt have to tell mistlewhisker anything."
they had reached the end of this side of the territory so rookfire paused once more to mark the border, since they had started in the middle of the stretch of land they had declared a border, this side being completed didnt mean they were done just yet. "this is where this side ends, we'll do the other side now" the enforcer turned to walk back towards where they had started, eyes, ears and nose still on high alert, he preferred this technique instead of starting on one side and walking the border only once, this way they would go over each side twice before returning to the very place they had started at to return to camp. "has anyone told you about thunderclan yet?"
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[ Ongoing roleplay takes place before the ThunderClan Lockdown. YIKES I forgot about this until now, that’s my bad, but !! there’s only 1 more border so I figured why not speedrun it… so you can get the requirement done. ]
”Glowingbelly.” Shockhoney snickered as they went along. That would be funny, wouldn’t it? Anyway, for the sake of getting this reply over with, Shockhoney’s mentor had her character’s pace quickening as she led them to the ThunderClan-ShadowClan border, aka Herondrive Hollow, aka it smells terrible here.
“Tadaaa. This is our…” she paused to think. “Second-last stop!” Yeah, she was starting to become antsy to get this over with now.
Padding close behind Shockhoney, Lavendersong parted her jaws to take in the damp air before shaking her head to ease the pungent smell that attacked her senses. Herondive Hollow was, indeed, smelly. The night black she cat glanced back at Creepingpaw, who seemed preoccupied with a chirping cricket before Lavendersong flicked her tail and hissed quietly to grab his attention, "It's important when you're out in our territory to check on scent markers... let's do that as we make our way to Smallpines."
Glancing up from pawing at a cricket, Creepingpaw nodded before pointing his striped muzzle towards the earth to take in the scent and make sure that ThunderClan's markers were strong and sufficient. Glancing at Shockhoney, Lavendersong nodded as she beckoned the group to make their way to Smallpines to finish the tour.
| Sprucejumper | 13 Moons - ThunderClan Warrior
Kitty Softpaws [T1] - Active | Ultimate Predator - Active | Agatha Kitty - Active | Not Skiddin' Around -Active
Oh no... Oh that was foul. Wretched even. What the hell had curled up and died around here?! You see, this is why despite his general lack of caring, he stuck around ThunderClan. Yes. Their leader might be a murder happy furball. Yes, they were all star worshiping weirdoes. But at least the air didn't smell like crap!
"Agreed..." Sprucejumper drawled, his gaze aloof as he wrinkled his nose with disgust, eyes upon the border.
From the corner of his eye, the chocolate point spotted the gray molly hunting down a warty, flat creature. A toad, if he was not mistaken. Or a frog. Frankly he didn't know and didn't quite care. Neither creature was worth it for his far more refined palate. And yet even as he convinced himself that prey was beneath him, a mild urge to find prey of his own compelled him to move forward. To seek out something to eat. Preferably not toad or frog related. As much as he would love to force feed Pokey the worst imaginable foods known to cat, he preferred to spend his energy on food he would actually enjoy eating, thank you very much. Without much preamble, he followed suit. With a twitch of his tail, he signaled his departure, heading for the trees. He was sure to find something much more pleasant up there.
With well practiced ease, Sprucejumper soon found an ash tree which still sported the brilliant vibrancy of summer in its leaves, fall not yet close enough to make his preferred hunting method a bit of a strain. The branches were sturdy, the leaves plentiful as he silently made his way through the tree's limbs, his dark coat blending in with the wood, eyes nothing more than emeralds leaves among the foliage. His hunt was quick today, and thank the heavens for that. With the rapidly spreading stench across the territory, the Havana Brown mix was not certain how much longer he would have been able to stand that smell. And yet it seemed that the very air had left the denizens of the trees complacent. Secure in the fact that the scent alone would be enough to keep predators away from them.
Or perhaps it was the fact that they were in their nest. Safe away from the eyes of those who would feast on them. Lesser carnivores, no doubt. Worse than him, but then... he had been trained by the best and taken his lessons to heart. How else was he to survive in this mad world of theirs?
Eyes narrowing momentarily, Sprucejumper studied the wood pigeon in the branch beneath him for a few seconds. Making sure he had not been detected. That there was no other wood pigeon waiting in the shadows to strike and foil his plans. Silence met his patience, and as the creature below preened its feathers he struck, fangs finding their mark in an instant, only a minute flapping of surprised wings attempting to take flight marking a change in his surroundings. With his usual laziness, the young tom let go of the pigeon after a quick glance below to ensure his prey wouldn't be stolen. It was always easier to carry it back to camp from the ground as opposed to attempting to climb down with it.
Turning around, about to leap down to join his prey, the ThunderClan warrior stopped, his interest piqued. Deadpanned eyes turned to face the nest his meal had been resting in, dark ears perked up as he saw not one but two eggs at its center. Hmmm... Getting those down from here would be a pain... but food was food. And anything was better than that toad. Besides, it would be a waste to leave them here.
Mind made up, the former house cat grabbed the nest delicately in his maw, balancing it with care as he slowly made his way down, the bird still awaiting his arrival once his paws touched the ground. Gently placing the nest on the ground, the tom grabbed at the wood pigeon, swinging it in a well practiced motion he'd learned from his mentor before grabbing the nest once more, eyes glinting despise their blank look. With the nest to take care of, Sprucejumper had more than enough reason to not speak during the trip back. This alone was more than enough to make the tom giddy with glee. But the fact that he was returning to his patrolmates with a full haul? That was always a feeling that just couldn't be beat. Now the question remained... how good did eggs taste? Guess there was only one way to find out. Too bad it would have to wait until they got back home.
"Ugh." She hated this place. Dark and just so... So gloomy. "Whatever they're doing, as long as they're not all up in our business I'm content." She scented as they walked about the boarder, but... She spotted a big ol' frog. She did promise she'd catch plenty, after all...
Creeping up on the slippery little thing, she pounced and missed. DRAT!
Quickly, she leapt after it, snatching it up in her jaws with a happy purr. It may not have been as much as she wanted, but it would do.
Treetiger led the attending patrol to the border. Her strides were long, matching up well with her lankier figure. "Let's make this quick, don't wanna let Spider down," the she-cat spoke with a forced stern tone. She was still adjusting to this leading a patrol thing. She didn't like being in charge like this, made her anxious. Made her friend antsy and want to bother her. Speaking of, the shadowy figure seemed to be lingering in the corner of her gaze, but anytime she shot a look in the direction, it was gone. Her shoulders were tense due to the unease of that situation, but there was nothing she could do to change this. She made her wish, and it appeared... well, it appeared it'd come true. She really wasn't ever alone now.
They came up to the border and it smelled muskier than normal. Her nose crinkled at the smell, and she turned to look at the cats with her. "I don't know what they're doing over there, but it smells like a rotting corpse," the warrior half-hissed. ShadowClan had a foul smell to begin with, but this was worse. Her ears pinned to her head, and she started moving around the undergrowth, brushing her scent against leaves and branches. Maybe she could drown out the smell with ThunderClans? Gosh, it was gross.
@Alchemist Kitsune - Sprucejumper | @babysith - Cedarstrike | @Spider. - Risingstorm
[I apologize for the multiple mentions because Star wrote the wrong border and Sus didn't catch it till after the fact oop]
The hornet tagged behind the patrol he was a bit late after taking that kit to the two legs place with that kittypet, but the worse of it all the boarder they were hunting on just had to be shadowclan, Out of all clans it just HAD to be shadowclan. The hornets face grew into a scowl when the stench hit his nose yuck, who on earth died over their rising growled under his breath before stalking off to go find anything to catch. The hornet opened his maw sniffing the already foul air that lingered the smell of a rat, the hornet tracked the smell to see the largest, fattest rat in the whole forest he stood in shock for a moment before moving into a crouch before punching killing the rat instantly.
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"hmm" rookfire hummed, "you arent allowed out alone until you earn your warrior name anyway, just want you to keep an eye on whatever warrior is with you so you dont get lost or worse he explained, apperantly having overestimated the amount of information the apprentice had already gotten from another cat. it felt a bit silly to be telling apprentices to keep close to warriors since he himself had done anything but that during the vast majority of his apprenticehood. memories of leaving camp alone to explore or taking a random warrior, (his favourite had been jayfrost because he never really complained,) and leaving them somewhere along the way to continue alone without having to worry about being caught alone, floated around his head briefly before focussing on the border once again. "yeah, if we were done now you wouldnt have to tell mistlewhisker anything."
they had reached the end of this side of the territory so rookfire paused once more to mark the border, since they had started in the middle of the stretch of land they had declared a border, this side being completed didnt mean they were done just yet. "this is where this side ends, we'll do the other side now" the enforcer turned to walk back towards where they had started, eyes, ears and nose still on high alert, he preferred this technique instead of starting on one side and walking the border only once, this way they would go over each side twice before returning to the very place they had started at to return to camp. "has anyone told you about thunderclan yet?"
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Firepaw nodded along to Rookfire's explanation. Yeah, it was common sense to keep close to a warrior while she was out of camp. She had became a little bit more familiar with her clan's territory since she arrived, but still, most of the shadowy expanse of forest that was her home was still unknown to her, and any threat that jumped out for her would provably find themselves with an easy victim, at least until she had proven herself worthy of a warrior name, at least.
Firepaw watched carefully as Rookfire marked the border and followed him as they turned back. Were they going back to where they started? Huh, weird. At first she didnt really find a reason why the enforcer would to that, and she was a bit thempted to ask, but decided to keep her mouth shut in fear of making a stupid question, instead taking note of this odd behaviour to try to figure it out on her own later.
"Mmm, no, not really." She said when Rookfire asked if someone had already told her about Thunderclan. She was already plenty busy trying to figure out how her own clan worked that she hadnt really had time to pay attention to the other clans, though she guessed they were pretty important too. They were their enemies, sure, but in dire situations they could be of vital help, knowing them well could be live saving down the line... and also, y'know, getting to make friends with cats of other cats would also be mighty cool, and thats absolutely not the main reason why the concept of learning about other clans was exciting for Firepaw. "But I do know a couple of things about 'em! They have a similar territory to us, both being more "foresty", ours being a tad bit more shadowy, obviously, they are good tree climbers, they like... Squirrels?" Firepaw gave the air a brief sniff and nodded to herself. "Yep, that definetly smells like squirrel. Along with other forest-dweling animals, Thunderclan cats like all of those." She continued, trying to think of more Thunderclan facts of the top of her head. Her mother really didnt really talk about Thunderclan that much, for some reason she was more fixated on Shadowclan, but Firepaw did remember a few things from the stories the older she-cat told her during her kithood days. "They are also very physically strong like us! They tend to be more muscular and stocky than the other clans, and uh... Yeah I think thats it."
Firepaw nodded along to Rookfire's explanation. Yeah, it was common sense to keep close to a warrior while she was out of camp. She had became a little bit more familiar with her clan's territory since she arrived, but still, most of the shadowy expanse of forest that was her home was still unknown to her, and any threat that jumped out for her would provably find themselves with an easy victim, at least until she had proven herself worthy of a warrior name, at least.
Firepaw watched carefully as Rookfire marked the border and followed him as they turned back. Were they going back to where they started? Huh, weird. At first she didnt really find a reason why the enforcer would to that, and she was a bit thempted to ask, but decided to keep her mouth shut in fear of making a stupid question, instead taking note of this odd behaviour to try to figure it out on her own later.
"Mmm, no, not really." She said when Rookfire asked if someone had already told her about Thunderclan. She was already plenty busy trying to figure out how her own clan worked that she hadnt really had time to pay attention to the other clans, though she guessed they were pretty important too. They were their enemies, sure, but in dire situations they could be of vital help, knowing them well could be live saving down the line... and also, y'know, getting to make friends with cats of other cats would also be mighty cool, and thats absolutely not the main reason why the concept of learning about other clans was exciting for Firepaw. "But I do know a couple of things about 'em! They have a similar territory to us, both being more "foresty", ours being a tad bit more shadowy, obviously, they are good tree climbers, they like... Squirrels?" Firepaw gave the air a brief sniff and nodded to herself. "Yep, that definetly smells like squirrel. Along with other forest-dweling animals, Thunderclan cats like all of those." She continued, trying to think of more Thunderclan facts of the top of her head. Her mother really didnt really talk about Thunderclan that much, for some reason she was more fixated on Shadowclan, but Firepaw did remember a few things from the stories the older she-cat told her during her kithood days. "They are also very physically strong like us! They tend to be more muscular and stocky than the other clans, and uh... Yeah I think thats it."
rookfire hummed in response to what firepaw listed, it was weird how much things they didnt know that should be clear for clan life, but appeared to possess a lot of knowledge that was too specific to just pick up. odd. "from what i know, the kind of trees they have in their territory set us apart mostly. you see how much darker most of ours are? thicker, needle-y leaves and bark? most of their trees shed their leaves in leaf-fall but ours keep them." rookfire explained, the walls that were usually in place to protect everything dear to him shifting a bit at the opportunity to talk about something he had been mesmerised with since the day he arrived in shadowclan. the thick beautiful canopy, dark rough bark and needle shaped leaves, the thick damp smell that you could never quite leave behind throughout the entirety of shadowclan land. not only did every difference shadowclan had from riverclan make his heart feel a little lighter, but he adored the difference in flora and fauna. comfortably settling into the greed to consume every bit of knowledge or observation he could come across had always been part of the reason why he was out of camp almost every sunrise at least once to spend his time gathering. not that he had to think about gathering to notice anything, but the usual quiet accompanied with thoughts automatically drifting to take in what happened around without the pressure to catch a fleeing animal was peaceful and arguably the best environment for him to learn.
"we do have some trees that look like theirs but most of our forest is evergreen, so it retains its leaves through the whole season cycle. theyre also built a bit different..but, alas." rookfire stopped himself before going on a rant about the different trees he had observed both in shadowclans forest, riverclan territory and over the border to thunderclan and windclan. there were a lot more territory differences he could bring up but wouldnt. most apprentices didnt really fancy hearing about the forest and plants in general, and especially not from a cat with no real medical background (that they know of) besides, rookfire was happy to share about the forest, but anything more, anything they could potentially use to become better than him in this little space as better than the average warrior he had carved himself out? no.
"thunderclan and windclan are also mostly dry land and i would want to say shadowclan has the most diverse territory..riverclan is almost entirely wet, shadowclan has both wetland and dense forest. rookfire shrugged, coming to a halt at the other line of scent markers, where he refreshed those and checked their surroundings again. "this is the other edge of the border, we can go back in a moment."
The Bengal would watch as the patrol broke up a bit to go their own ways. It appeared they'd be marking and getting some hunting while they're at it, so she supposed she'd join that party too.
Treetiger stalked off into the undergrowth and before long, she was leaping at a frog, scooping it up in her jaws before going after another. Spiderthroat didn't seem to care for these creatures much, but that was the most common prey in this area. Before long, the Bengal had two frogs clasped in her jaws. She rubbed up on some bushes and trees on her way back to meet up with the patrol.
Once back, she'd make sure everyone showed back up before giving the group a small nod. "Right, we'll head back to the camp now then, yeah? Nothing exciting happened for anyone?" She picked up her prey and started heading back.
[+2 frogs]
[sorry it's a little rushed/messy, very eepy, but needed to get this reply out]
@Alchemist Kitsune - Sprucejumper | @Spider. - Risingstorm | @babysith - Cedarstrike
She guided her younger siblings along in silence, glancing back on occasion to ensure their presence and well-being. Throughout the walk Sleepysunrise found herself not straying too far from the pair, memory of Mirepaw still fresh in her mind, as they approached the border shared with the tree runners. Their scent was evident in the air, the landscape familiar as ever as she briefly paused. ''Stay close.''
She instructed, voice regained with most of its dullness, eyeing them with care before she began to mark the border in turn, ensuring the coast was clear in the process.
Moonpaw
Apprentice || He/him || 9 Moons || Purrks: Chill of death || Silver tongue
Moonpaw hated the heat. It made his paw pads all wet, his pelt itchy, and his mood horrible. The apprentice had decided that greenleaf was the worst of all seasons he had lived through; especially if he was in the dry heat of Herondive Hollow. It wasn't a sticky heat like Saltmeadow Marsh, nor was there an occasional gust of cool wind like the Whispering Wetlands. It just sucked.
The apprentice resisted the urge to stomp the whole way there in protest, containing his annoyance to the occasional huff and wrinkle of his nose. He didn't want to give his blabber mouth "sister" any reason to snitch on him to Greemaw again.
He loved his Mama so dearly, but her words to him before they departed for their respective patrols were stupid. Put our differences aside? Impossible! They're all so stupid! And dumb! And I'm smart and handsome and the best! A shake of his head. Maybe later he could bring her some dinner and explain why her thoughts were so misguided. It wasn't her fault her heart was too big and her brain was a lil too small!
At Sleepysunrise's call, Moonpaw hummed. He had plans of running off. The moon and a half away from home was horrible. So like a good arkbaby he perfectly marked the stinky border before waiting for Quietpaw to do the same.
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