Mallowpaw
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Risingstorm gave them time to rest, something Mallowpaw hadn't been expecting. After all, young apprentices these days never got tired, never needed to take breaks. They could walk the whole territory without a single rest, do things that she could only do now at fourteen moons, even though there was nothing wrong with her (besides her sickness, but that had only come about recently. She was talking long-term). Risingstorm was sitting; maybe he needed a rest as much as she did. She knew he had a slight limp; that could be the reason for it.
She felt better when Risingstorm signalled for them to move again, although her head was still pounding- just not quite as much. She walked behind the Hornet until they reached another border- ShadowClan's. She knew it even before Risingstorm introduced the place or she drew in the other clan's distinct scent. The pine trees, the same ones that ShadowClan smelled like, dotting the border were telling enough.
Mallowpaw frowned when Risingstorm said that their smell was bad. It wasn't particularly pleasant, but she didn't mind it. Different cats had different opinions, she supposed. She wondered if it would be the same with RiverClan's scent; the only one she didn't know yet. She had heard they reeked horribly of fish, but then, she didn't know what fish smelled like.