A Wee Falconet For Now [Closed; Patrol]

"Alright Falconpaw, can you scent anything?"

Darkflight's golden gaze flickered to her young apprentice as they padded through ThunderClan territory. This was just a small hunting patrol she had planned, into an area where she knew no official clan patrols would be traversing. Falconpaw could practice without outside interference or distractions. StarClan knew that the Clan would need more able-bodied cats for the coming harsh season of Leafbare. It always seemed that every year was colder and more cruel than the last. The warrior paused their slow, careful ambling through the undergrowth as a scent grew stronger, but she pretended not to notice its presence. She would see what he would do.