THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKING ☆ TERRITORY TOUR

[nyme]

SOMETIMES MY MIND DON'T SHAKE AND SHIFT
BUT MOST OF THE TIME IT DOES

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WHITERABBIT . 21 MOONS . SHE/HER . WINDCLAN

"Quailpaw!"

Whiterabbit almost forgets. Stars, she almost forgets, and she could kick herself because Quailpaw's probably had enough of that from a mentor to last a lifetime. The small warrior jolts out into the clearing like her half-tail's been set on fire, reeling and pacing and searching for her apprentice.

"Quailpaw, hey! It's about—" she sticks her sharp face up into the apprentice's den, scanning the nests for a familiar brown coat, "—time we head out so I hope your feet are ready! And all the rest of you, because it has to come with!"

Territory, landmarks, borders. She'll make quick work of it, and then Quailpaw will at least be able to proudly say that she knows all of that.

@Spooky_Dreamz ; QUAILPAW

[Honey_Dreamz!]

Quailpaw!
WindClan Apprentice • 27/100
She-cat • She/Her • 8 moons
❝ That attitude will not get you anywhere. I would know. ❞
A dark brown she with dark beige circles on her cheeks and gold-yellow eyes. Has a clawed-up back and a ripped ear.
|~~~~~~~~~|

Quailpaw scented, then heard her mentor, and hopped forward to greet her with a small head dip. She listened–it was time to go. She nodded, ready to start walking out when her mentor was.

@nyme

[nyme]

SOMETIMES MY MIND DON'T SHAKE AND SHIFT
BUT MOST OF THE TIME IT DOES

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ❖ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

WHITERABBIT . 21 MOONS . SHE/HER . WINDCLAN

"So this, is just...Windclan. You've probably seen this bit, all the stuff in between our borders—of which there are three—and any meaningful landmarks—there are five of those." Whiterabbit chatters, leading Quailpaw out at a brisk pace and pausing every now and then to gesture at the wide, rolling moors. "Right now we're headed for the Windy Hills. From there we'll work out way out to the Starry Meadow, then Sunset Grove, Skyglade, and then Twilight Falls.

After that we'll skim all the borders: Thunderglade that we share with Thunderclan, the Whispering Wetlands which is split with Shadowclan, and then Sedgewater Valley, Riverclan."

Here is where Whiterabbit comes to a full stop, turning bodily to look at the youth she's traveling with.

"You seem like you've got a good head on your shoulders, but I need you to promise me you'll stay close and keep your eyes and ears open, alright ? And if you need to stop, if you see anything strange, tell me right away. I want you to watch for shadows on the ground and keep an open nose for anything that's not Windclan-scent. If anything happens, you run straight back to camp. You don't fight, you don't dawdle, you don't check to see if I'm following behind you. Straight home, Quailpaw. Alright?"

@Spooky_Dreamz ; QUAILPAW

[Honey_Dreamz!]

Quailpaw!
WindClan Apprentice • 28/100
She-cat • She/Her • 8 moons
❝ That attitude will not get you anywhere. I would know. ❞
A dark brown she with dark beige circles on her cheeks and gold-yellow eyes. Has a clawed-up back and a ripped ear.
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Quailpaw listened carefully to her mentor's words as they stuck in her brain. She nodded. "Alright. Follow you, anything strange, run. Got it." Then she turned to where she assumed the Windy Hills were, though likely she was wrong.

@nyme

[nyme]

SOMETIMES MY MIND DON'T SHAKE AND SHIFT
BUT MOST OF THE TIME IT DOES

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ❖ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

WHITERABBIT . 21 MOONS . SHE/HER . WINDCLAN

Whiterabbit nods, happy with that, and leads the brown she-cat along until the ground starts to slope and the wind starts to really tug at their whiskers. The hills are sprawling and grey in the recent weather, but no less grand. She's always tempted to go racing off...but she keeps her paws planted firmly where they are.

"Careful around here. Those shadows on the ground I mentioned, that might mean raptors. Hawks, falcons, the like." She's louder now to make sure she can be heard over the blustering wind as she leads the way through the dancing, breeze-blown grass. She's quiet for any questions until the air stills, mercifully, and the tall grass softens in places. It's a litte late in the season for most flowers, but there are still a few telltale blooms that signal their approach to the Starry Meadow.

"Do you have much experience hunting or sparring, Quailpaw?" Given what she'd said when they first met Whiterabbit is doubtful, but she asks the question anyway. "Enough to know what you prefer, at least?"

@Honey_Dreamz ; QUAILPAW