Shadowing the medicine cats as they scouted for herbs, the cinnamon tabby kept to dry land, dodging rivulets and weaving past mud piles she would normally be all for disturbing. The ditziness of her initial excitement within the camp had faded into something more dutiful. A song was quietly mewed beneath her froggy breath, her ears twitching at anything louder than the whispering crescendo. The sun slowly crawled towards the centre of the sky but, within the marshlands, it had to content for space with a murky canopy and the distinct grey clouds that threatened the sky.
Sometime later, the patrol maneuvered towards a thicket and, to see above the horsetails, Ferndance precariously balanced atop a broken trunk that was too small for all four paws to comfortably fit upon. As the sentry fought to keep herself steady, she looked down towards the rest of the patrol, the blacks and creams nestled between layers of flora, and widened her eyes in concentration. "Now would be a good spot to train us, wouldn't it?" Surrounded by greenery as far as the eye could see (and her eyes could see very far, she had the high ground, after all), something had to be useful for Starlingheart amidst the maze. Threatening to topple forward, the she-cat's foreclaws sunk into the trunk, decaying wood splintering and cracking.
She could see far away if she wanted to, she could allow Starlingheart to get started, but another thought gripped her as she observed the patrol. She tilted her head. "Isn't it weird that you're all related?"
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