- Jun 7, 2022
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The marshes had once been home to Little Wolf and her family, back when there were no clans and they only defined themselves by the attributes of which they lived. Marsh and Pine. Those were simpler days weren't they? There was no Thunder Clan, no Shadow Clan, no warrior code or borders to define them. It's not that she ever wanted to go back to those days, but she does feel a certain nostalgia when oak starts to give way to pine and the ground begins to get muddier, all signs that they are nearing the border they share with the swamp-dwelling cats.
The sun hangs low in the sky as they step out into the open, painting the clouds above them with hues of orange and pink that would soon give way to darkness and stars. She hoped they would make this fast, she did not want to traverse their way home at night, and she is looking forward to settling down and sharing a warm meal with Hollow Tree or her mother or maybe even her children if they were done with their warrior duties by then. She turns her attention to her apprentice, Ragwortpaw. They had been here before, on their tour through the territory on her first day of training but already she was noticing that sometimes she needed to repeat things to the gray furred she cat. Sometimes she is nervous that perhaps she is a bad teacher, but she pushes the worry aside and asks "Do you remember what this place is called Ragwortpaw?" while gesturing to the thunder path but putting herself close enough to the apprentice that she could stop her easily if she tried to run out onto it. There would be no fooling around on the hard black surface on her watch. Even if it was quiet right now, she knows how quickly that can change and there would not be an accident on her watch.
While she awaits her apprentice's answer, her eyes scan the sparse foliage on the other side of the path for Shadow Clanners. Most had a foul mouth and she was not determined to run into any today. Thankfully, their patrol to Wind Clan had been uneventful, she hopes this is the same and she sends a silent prayer to the stars that if they did run into any other cats that her brother would at least, for once, be polite.
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