Mintpaw (she/her)
White fur with shades of grey and blue eyes
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Mintpaw didn't hesitate and run after the other two warriors, wondering silently if Rainglow wasn't remaining behind.
As they approached the Riverclan border, the marsh gave way to open moor and wind batted the four cats' fur, bringing faint scent of the few traces of heather left from the chill of leaf-fall.
This is... Windclan. The she-cat gazed across the wide land in awe, admiring the freedom that the view inspired into her heart. The scents here were so weird, so mixed... but if she concentrated, she could easily make up their markers from the others.
Following Cricketsing's example, she chose a farther bush and marked the woody roots. Would the wind blow away their scent? What about the rain? At least, the roots were more covered from all of this and hopefully the Riverclan scent would linger around as long as possible. She wished Slatestripe was here with her.
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