Coming to a halt, Palilascar collasped, completely out of breath. Forcing herself to get up and sprint long distances mere minutes after waking up was definitely unwise, and he body was giving her a detailed lecture on why. Not fun. As she gasped for air, she leaned herself on a nearby tree, looking at the ground. She didnt particularly want to scream anymore, and she was pretty sure she would die if she tried. Still, she wrapped herself into a circle and cried, soaking her fur which already has both sweat from nervousness and from running even more than it was.
Ocelotpaw followed behind Juniperspring quietly, that was certainly unlike her usual self. The only thing that kept the silence away were a couple of small pinecones that she kicked in its presence. When they came to a halt, the spotted molly's ears perked up in recognition of this exact border. This is where she had traveled to reach the clan. 'Loners and rouges are the correct words, of course, but I refuse to say that.' She decided with a light nod of her head before letting out a soft meow. "Cats of not our scent who most likely do not want to cause bloodshed in any which way and choose to stay out of our way." Oh, yes, Ocelotpaw was still cold to the core from the very first time still.
Juniperspring paused as they neared the border and opened her mouth to scent the air, making certain that nothing seemed amiss. Their patrol was small and, even while they were nearing the time of their warrior ceremonies, she was the only fully trained cat present and had to be twice as careful for it.
"What do you smell?" She asked the pair, her voice low.
Coming to a halt, Palilascar collasped, completely out of breath. Forcing herself to get up and sprint long distances mere minutes after waking up was definitely unwise, and he body was giving her a detailed lecture on why. Not fun. As she gasped for air, she leaned herself on a nearby tree, looking at the ground. She didnt particularly want to scream anymore, and she was pretty sure she would die if she tried. Still, she wrapped herself into a circle and cried, soaking her fur which already has both sweat from nervousness and from running even more than it was.
Ocelotpaw followed behind Juniperspring quietly, that was certainly unlike her usual self. The only thing that kept the silence away were a couple of small pinecones that she kicked in its presence. When they came to a halt, the spotted molly's ears perked up in recognition of this exact border. This is where she had traveled to reach the clan. 'Loners and rouges are the correct words, of course, but I refuse to say that.' She decided with a light nod of her head before letting out a soft meow. "Cats of not our scent who most likely do not want to cause bloodshed in any which way and choose to stay out of our way." Oh, yes, Ocelotpaw was still cold to the core from the very first time still.
Juniperspring paused as they neared the border and opened her mouth to scent the air, making certain that nothing seemed amiss. Their patrol was small and, even while they were nearing the time of their warrior ceremonies, she was the only fully trained cat present and had to be twice as careful for it.
"What do you smell?" She asked the pair, her voice low.