Cottonpaw - Territory Tour

[Undertaker]

@Daragca - Cottonpaw
Leechscar's ears stood straight at attention as he led the way out of camp. He'd glance over his shoulder to ensure Cottonpaw was on his tail. His mind drifted towards a chatty, sneezy ginger apprentice who should have been with them. He hadn't been aware of how attached he had gotten to the annoying apprentice until she wasn't around any longer.

Leechscar was quiet as his long legs moved through the general territory to their first destination. "This," he meowed, climbing up the steep hillside to the meadow at the peak. "Is the Starry Meadow. It's where we bury our clanmates that have passed." Leechscar's tail sweeps toward the mounds of dirt hidden beneath wilting flowers.

"We do not hunt here to honor our dead unless it is an emergency. Our clanmates' bodies rest here, but their spirits go up there," He raised his nose to the sky. "To StarClan." Leechscar wasn't sure how familiar the tom was with clan religion. Leechscar knew enough to be a competent mentor but didn't care much for the dead or spirits. They've never given him much of a reason to care for them.

[Daragca]

Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 8 moons
The Collector - Lucky Duck T2
The Stowaway Child
[55/100]

Cottonpaw followed after Leechscar with a rather pleasant spring in his step. He was excited to be venturing out further, learning more about their lands. Once they reached their first destination the youngster stood and took it all in.

Starry Meadow, a burial ground. But it didn’t feel like haunted ground, instead a place strangely at peace. A final resting point before they left to join the stars. He liked to think his siblings had joined Starclan, even if they never really knew about it before they passed.

”D.does every cat g.g.get the chance to go t.to Starclan? E.even if they d.don’t know about it?” He couldn’t help the question falling out of his mouth. Besides this was what mentors were for, right?

[​ @Undertaker ]