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Originally Posted by Charmer
@ Trickster~
Morningblue ran through the woods of Thunderclan territory. The brisk leaf fall air blowing through his fur. He felt alive out here. Alive and free, the master of the vast forest his clan called home. He kept his ears pricked as he ran, listening to make sure his new apprentice was keeping up, and careful to keep his speed at a level she'd be able to handle. She may have energy and spirit, but this was her first time out of camp. Powerful, lean muscles pushed him on, and at last when they began to close in on the Shadowclan border, he slowed to a trot, the thick and sickly sweet smell of the pine trees burning his nostrils.
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Lynxpaw followed, if she had a tail, it'd be streaming behind her as she ran behind her mentor, thrilled. Wind blew through her short fur and her eyes gleamed, half-shut against the breeze. She was finally out of camp! She'd been there for 6 long moons. Finally! She could explore, run through the forest, hunt, fight! She stumbled a few times, fur catching on brambles or branches and leaving white tufts, though she didn't seem to mind. Her fur had grown somewhat thick, she had plenty to spare. And she didn't fuss over her pelt much anyways. It was just fur, she was having too much fun to care. Seeing her mentor slow, Lynxkit clumsily skidded to a halt, claws sinking into the dirt as she slightly lurched forwards, before steadying herself and standing on her paws upright. She scented the air, the scent of pine filling her mouth. "ShadowClan?" She asked, guessing.