haretuft gave a kurt nod before long, thin legs stretched out and began to step along through the thick snow. he wasted no time in picking up the pace, rubbing himself and his cheek against the border to coat it in his scent, his riverclan scent.
he turned back, strolling ahead; looking a bit like a trotting horse through the whiteness. Although he was a bit more ratty looking than any horse looked.
his whiskers twitched as he picked up on stonepaws scent -granted it was masked well by the scent of snow- but couldnt see the cat exactly. he glanced from left to right; where was the apprentice?
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canineantics ((sorry for the wait!! something quick and simple, didnt know it was my turn haha.))