Cloudypetal quietly padded towards WindClan territory, restlessness tugging at her paws. The scent of melting snow hinted at the hopeful arrival of newleaf - a season she greatly anticipated, having felt she had only heard tales of how truly beautiful their moorland could be. What would their home look like without its snowy blanket? It intrigued her - many warriors, including herself, had never witnessed her homeland in any other state.
She chuckled to herself, her whiskers twitching. The apprentices and kits walked the same path, at least. They'll both be surprised! She saw Sleepyhollow ahead, near the lone stump. A senior warrior that she had only exchanged greetings with before. Her fox pelt was a point of curiosity for her, but Cloudypetal never knew how to ask about it. What if it came off mean? She longed to be a kit again, where all of that didn't seem to matter as much.
"Sleepyhollow!" Cloudypetal greeted as she approached - slightly awkward, but she still aimed to be respectful and friendly. She dipped her head. "Are you hunting?" She mewed, hoping it would be a great opening. "Do you, err, know of any good places I could teach Cricketpaw?" She took a quick glance at the fox pelt, laid out perfectly on the stump - curiosity lingered in her eyes.
Her original intention of coming out here was to find another good place for him - but getting to know Sleepyhollow was even better! Plus, maybe she'd be able to learn a bit more about the fox pelt.