[Hexict]

A rowan tom bounded across the territory, leaving the camp behind. He didn't bother to glance around before be made it to a small hill on the moor. Burntpaw smiled as he then took the time to to watch the area, his curios nature made him focus more towards the borders than his own territory. The tom had always wondered what it was like for cats that lived outside the clans, or even what the other clans were like. But maybe that was because of his father? Since Burntpaw never met his father - nor did anybody know who he is - the apprentice tom was left to his own imagination about who could the cat have been. Why would Infernostrike keep it a secret? Was he from a different clan? Was he from outside the clans? Maybe he was from the syndicate... or maybe an Evil Era supporter?

Burntpaw shook his head at the thought, fearful of the possible truth in the question. He instead turned back to looking over the other territories and wondering about how they were. He had many thoughts of crossing the borders just to be able to stand on the other side, but that seemed to be one of the very few rules he did not dare break. Plus, tensions were running high and even he was aware that war loomed ahead - though he tried not to thin of serious things such as war. So it was best he stayed clear of the borders as Burntpaw honestly was not one for fights and would rather just mess around, break some rules, and have fun instead.