The white apprentice trailed behind Scorchpaw and Blackpaw, taking in the scents and sights of this part of the territory. He didn't think that he'd been before. It wasn't salty like the Waterbarn, but it was marshy. The ground was soggy beneath his paws, though he supposed that he would be getting much wetter than that, seeing that they would be catching frogs. He wondered if the other two apprentices knew how to swim. As Scorchpaw came to a sudden stop, Frostpaw peered past him and the thick clump of ferns. He could see ripples in the marsh water, then heard a wet splash as something leapt into the water, likely a smaller frog. The white apprentice grunted out a monosyllabic response at Scorchpaw's question, allowing a small smirk to make its way onto his maw. This would be very, very interesting.
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