Shasha blinked and looked up. ¨Is your name Riverclan Warrior?¨ She asked, looking up at the other cat.
Bluestone tilted his head*ugh these shadowclan warriors* he thought as he did see thornclaw and the young one talk"My name is Bluestone i'm a riverclan warrior, may i ask why your on riverclan border and what your name is/" he replied gently and kind
Bluestone tilted his head*ugh these shadowclan warriors* he thought as he did see thornclaw and the young one talk"My name is Bluestone i'm a riverclan warrior, may i ask why your on riverclan border and what your name is/" he replied gently and kind
¨My names Shasha! And can i have some wata?¨ She asked, looking up with a sad face.
“Yes!” Frostpaw replied, getting to her feet and dashing out of camp, before she wheeled around and, a bit embarrassed, went back to her mentor’s side.
haretuft ﹕ he / him
Skinny, unkempt, brown tomcat.
Haretuft found his cheeks twisting and lips pulled into a small smile. A noise close to a smooth chuckle slipped from him as he began to stalk out of the camp and lead the way.
The contrast between the young, white apprentice to his weathered scruff fur was amusing in its own rights.
The warrior lead them along to the salty marshes of the Shadowclan and Riverclan border. What a better way to kick off training than with a little tour. "Watch your step- the marshes are a damp place... one wrong paw step and youre plunged into a puddle that comes up to your whiskers." his own nose scrunched at the sour scent of the rivalling clans border and territory.
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haretuft ﹕ he / him
Skinny, unkempt, brown tomcat.
Haretuft found his cheeks twisting and lips pulled into a small smile. A noise close to a smooth chuckle slipped from him as he began to stalk out of the camp and lead the way.
The contrast between the young, white apprentice to his weathered scruff fur was amusing in its own rights.
The warrior lead them along to the salty marshes of the Shadowclan and Riverclan border. What a better way to kick off training than with a little tour. "Watch your step- the marshes are a damp place... one wrong paw step and youre plunged into a puddle that comes up to your whiskers." his own nose scrunched at the sour scent of the rivalling clans border and territory.
Frostpaw gave a glance of disgust at the mud and puddles, placing her paws carefully only on the dry patches of ground. "Give me clear rivers any day." Shaking her head, she followed Haretuft along the border of RiverClan and ShadowClan. "Won't ShadowClan be upset that we're so close to the border?" She asked, accidentally stepping in a puddle and yelping. Hissing, she shook the water off of her paw.
Frostpaw gave a glance of disgust at the mud and puddles, placing her paws carefully only on the dry patches of ground. "Give me clear rivers any day." Shaking her head, she followed Haretuft along the border of RiverClan and ShadowClan. "Won't ShadowClan be upset that we're so close to the border?" She asked, accidentally stepping in a puddle and yelping. Hissing, she shook the water off of her paw.
haretuft ﹕ he / him
Skinny, unkempt, brown tomcat. "As long as we stay on our side, we'll be fine.. we aren't here to impose" Haretuft spoke as he lead, walking carefully. He sniffed the border, making sure to pinpoint where their side ended and Shadowclan begun.
His amber eyes scanned the treeline, watching where the pines engufled the salty ground. Marsh turning into swamp. "Take note, Frostpaw. Take in the border... Remember what you smell. If Shadow is stronger than River in scent, you're not in the right place.'
Haretuft raised a brown brow at Frostpaw. The yelp and hiss amused him, another grin coming to his snout. He swiped a clump of mud up, aiming to bap the mud on the apprentices forehead. "Mud and Water are one! To appreciate the beauty of a river, you must appreciate her at her worst... and sometimes that means mud."
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Frostpaw yelped and playfully glared at her mentor, flicking her tail. She pawed at her face, trying to get the mud off, and once she did, she scooped some up and lobbed it at her mentor.
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