[AbsurdJinx]

@Queenie


Smokethorn brought Bumblepaw to the border WindClan shared with ShadowClan first. He observed the dark pine forest on the other side of the invisible line and he wrinkled his nose in distaste of the strong scent. Luckily, there were no ShadowClan members in sight, so the mentor-apprentice duo could take their time. ``Here's the border we share with ShadowClan. Careful not to cross it. Most Clan cats aren't very forgiving if you cross their borders. Especially with leaf-bare coming, tensions will be incredibly high. Now, scent the air. Inhale ShadowClan's nasty scent and remember it.`` He also breathed in the typical ShadowClan smell in an effort to encourage Bumblepaw. He couldn't help but feel repulsion flow through him.


The gray-furred warrior did not want to stay for much longer, and would prefer to leave before the gross scent engulfed him and turned him into a ShadowClan cat. However, he was willing to stay just a little while longer to let Bumblepaw adjust to the other clan. ``What do you think of ShadowClan?`` Smokethorn was eager to know what his apprentice thought of the shadow-y clan? Did Bumblepaw feel frightened simply at the thought of them? Did he feel darkness swallow his heart, looking into the forest ahead of them? Did he think ShadowClan could be as stealthy and heartless as they were in the stories the queens and elders used to scare the kits?