Post by mewmehh on Aug 10, 2018 23:00:42 GMT
Warm sunlight broke through the dense canopy as a bright, creamy red form frolicked forth through the green terrain. Petalpaw's neck seemed like rubber as she swished her head around to face all the directions at once as best as she could. Today, she had woken up at a rather reasonable hour- or what was deemed reasonable to her; close to sunhigh as the trip had taken quite the toll on her without the traveling herbs the others had taken. She had skipped over her breakfast, hunger diminished by her inspiration to explore the still brand-new world that the land beyond the clans' territories had to offer. There would plenty of time to eat later, she figured.
Maybe I'll eat a purple bird or a red snake! Who knows what lives here?!" She giggled in a lilting tune to herself.
The she-cat's flashing eyes scanned over everything in motion, down to even the smallest trail of ants marching by. She was just along the edge of the river that she had been following since Mistclan, though still well into the deep bosom of the unknown forest stretching past the territorial boundaries. Petalpaw wasn't sure what she wanted to look for or what she would find besides the rumored new clan, but the swampy skirts of the massive river seemed enshrouded by mystery and Petalpaw deemed it a fine plan to explore a little along the way. The apprentice lurked close to its boggy exterior, examining the softening land and deviation in the type of terrain offered by the space. She had heard very, very few tales about the land outside Mistclan's borders- just snippets from conversations here and there, but nothing of substantial value. It made the cat think such a queer place had yet to be explored. And if such as the case, Petalpaw would take it upon herself to scour the bog. Surely it would be a shining badge to mount on her pride if she could claim such a feat. Her brain was overrun by her sense of adventure, and the she-cat was not about the pass by the opportunity for potential excitement and fame. She was the deputy's only kits, after all! She was meant for greatness!!
The creamy tabby crept throughout the boggy earth, her paws occasionally sinking into a moist patch of land that really could hardly be considered such. It was really more like dirty water topped with damp grass and it made her wonder where the river banks actually ended. Her tail twitched with the faintest sense of disgust as she pulled through to slightly firmer land. She would have to groom herself later, reluctantly, before all the mud caked itself into her fur.
Her golden green eyes glowed deviously as she felt her anticipation rise with every step she took closer to the thick of the mysterious boggy woodland, though her large ears pricked and her nostrils flared open. The scent of what she remembered as other cats flooded her senses, and although alarmed, the young cat was pleased to note that it din't belong to the journeying cats. I've found them!! She snuck closer in the direction of the scent on tender paws through the dense and twisted undergrowth, not caring how dirty her rosy-colored pelt would get at this point. Her gaze pinned itself to the tangled and dense horizon, struggling to make out any cat-shaped forms in the distance.
Maybe I'll eat a purple bird or a red snake! Who knows what lives here?!" She giggled in a lilting tune to herself.
The she-cat's flashing eyes scanned over everything in motion, down to even the smallest trail of ants marching by. She was just along the edge of the river that she had been following since Mistclan, though still well into the deep bosom of the unknown forest stretching past the territorial boundaries. Petalpaw wasn't sure what she wanted to look for or what she would find besides the rumored new clan, but the swampy skirts of the massive river seemed enshrouded by mystery and Petalpaw deemed it a fine plan to explore a little along the way. The apprentice lurked close to its boggy exterior, examining the softening land and deviation in the type of terrain offered by the space. She had heard very, very few tales about the land outside Mistclan's borders- just snippets from conversations here and there, but nothing of substantial value. It made the cat think such a queer place had yet to be explored. And if such as the case, Petalpaw would take it upon herself to scour the bog. Surely it would be a shining badge to mount on her pride if she could claim such a feat. Her brain was overrun by her sense of adventure, and the she-cat was not about the pass by the opportunity for potential excitement and fame. She was the deputy's only kits, after all! She was meant for greatness!!
The creamy tabby crept throughout the boggy earth, her paws occasionally sinking into a moist patch of land that really could hardly be considered such. It was really more like dirty water topped with damp grass and it made her wonder where the river banks actually ended. Her tail twitched with the faintest sense of disgust as she pulled through to slightly firmer land. She would have to groom herself later, reluctantly, before all the mud caked itself into her fur.
Her golden green eyes glowed deviously as she felt her anticipation rise with every step she took closer to the thick of the mysterious boggy woodland, though her large ears pricked and her nostrils flared open. The scent of what she remembered as other cats flooded her senses, and although alarmed, the young cat was pleased to note that it din't belong to the journeying cats. I've found them!! She snuck closer in the direction of the scent on tender paws through the dense and twisted undergrowth, not caring how dirty her rosy-colored pelt would get at this point. Her gaze pinned itself to the tangled and dense horizon, struggling to make out any cat-shaped forms in the distance.
