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Old February 2nd, 2025, 06:37 PM
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Outside! While Hawkbite was as silent as a shadow, his new apprentice, took great joy out of bouncing around in the snow uncaring about the loud crunching noises he made. His attention was drawn to the tracks crisscrossing in the snow. There were thin small-clawed prints and the bigger round prints that were cats. There were some big prints with claws tipped on them. He immediately stuck his nose in them to sniff then licked it and wrinkled his nose in disgust. It tasted bad.

Before he could ask his mentor what the prints were, he found a rock. He quickly veered off the path, all his attention immediately fell to the rock. He quickly dug up the rock and picked it up in his maw. His ears stood tall when he heard Bite's distant meow. Hey! When he'd get the far away! Weepingpaw bounces through the snow, finding his mentor's paw prints, and hops through them to reach the tom, rock in maw.

By the time he reaches his mentor's ankle, his smoky breath bellows out of his mouth behind the rock clenched behind his fangs. He was cold but also super warm there was so much to see out and do here. He listens to Bite as best he can while walking and trying not to drop his rock. So lots of trees, and what was the Dawning Woods? Wait! They moved? Weepingpaw had to stop and drop his rock to ask. "Move? Why?" He grabbed his rock to keep pace with his mentor not wanting to be left behind.
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[Hawkbite]
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He'd have to keep an eye on this one, clearly. He'd acknowledge the rock in his mouth with a simple twitch of his whiskers. If that helped Weepingpaw stay on track, then he wouldn't complain about him carrying a rock. He'd just have to put up with the complaining later if Weepingpaw's jaws got tired. "We moved because before you were born, the humans invaded our territory. They pushed us further into the woods. Your Mother found us a safe location towards the far end of the original territory. Everything except the Mourning Ruins will be new. The Mourning Ruins have been with us for a couple generations now," Hawkbite told him.

The Commander would stick closer to Weepingpaw as they pushed through the snow in the territory. Some areas were deeper than others, just from the tree layout. He'd offer help and push him out of banks if needed, but kept a steady pace along the way.

Hawkbite led them past a big landmark, not wanting to risk Dawnstar's wrath just to show his apprentice it. So, from a distance, he'd point out a ruined building that stuck out against the forest. "That's the Mourning Ruins over there. The last place of our original territory. We have an owl problem, so when that's resolved, I'll bring you by. For now, we'll look from a safe distance. It's a good area to go to if we ever needed to escape the camp, again," Hawkbite informed the younger feline before moving on to an area they needed to be cautious in.

This area held thinner snow. The ground turning into a crunchy marsh as they trekked along it. "And this is Dakrwater Mire. We have to be careful here in the warmer moons. The ground becomes more water, and predators like to wander through here," Hawkbite spoke before gesturing towards the bushes that lined some of the area. "Those bushes are dead right now, but in the warm moons, you need to avoid them. They have poisons. The berries on there are called Deathberries and just one berry can end a cat," Hawkbite warned Weepingpaw with a sterner one. "So, we don't get near those, any questions so far?" The Commander would pause on their walk to give the apprentice a moment to look around and talk.
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