;Rowanpaw;

"WRONG. There is a literal MARSH down the other way. I'm sure you're thinking of where the ShadowClan cats sometimes go." Rowanpaw protested, spinning around and marching down the side he chose. "It's OBVIOUS, you know. You haven't been down there?"

He started bounding down a little dream-path through the grass and bracken by the river, padded down by millions of StarClan cats since the beginning of the dead. He was grinning widely, obviously having a lot of fun, practically flying along to the Marshes.