"Smell the air, Gingerpaw. What scents can you pick up?"
Gingerpaw took a deep breath through her mouth as Willowfur instructed and inhaled the smells surrounding her.
"Mouse," she reported. "Squirrel. And something else. A strong smell but I can't place it."
"That smell is fish. That means we're near a scent marker. Which clan's border are we on?"
Gingerpaw took another breath. "I know that fish live in water, and the only water that runs near our territory is the river, which also runs through Waterclan territory."
Gingerpaw turned to her mentor. "We're at the Waterclan border."
"Good job," Willowfur praised her. "And good idea of making connections between your surroundings and what you know of the clans."
Gingerpaw blinked gratefully at her mentor.
"Tomorrow," Willowfur continued. "We can visit the best spots for hunting and you can keep the first thing you find to eat for yourself."
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Gingerkit
RomantikA young feral kitten, born and raised in Treeclan, looks all set to become the perfect warrior that her clan needs to protect them from seasons and rivalries. She has a mother, father, sister, and a best friend who hopes to someday be her mate. All...
