A Patrol over the Territory

Sootshadow waited at the entrance for Gracepaw to come join her. She glanced around the empty camp. She sighed, "Hurry up Gracepaw." She muttered.

Gracepaw slipped out of the den. "What are we learning today?" she asked.

"We are gonna explore the territory." She mewed standing up, "Would you like to head towards the Shadowclan border or the Thunderclan border?" She asked

"Shadowclan." Gracepaw decided.

"OKay follow me." She mewed and padded out of camp with a flick of her tail.

Gracepaw bounded out after her.

Sootshadow stopped at the place with high pines. "What do you smell?" She asked.

"Nast stuff!" Gracepaw meowed, nose wrinkling.

"Well that is the smell of Shadowclan. They do stink." She started to pad away with a flick of her tail. "We are heading over to the Thunderclan border now." She mewed

"Okay!" As they got closer, Gracepaw started sniffing the air. Hey, it wasn't stinky at least!

ooc- They smell like mice, which according to thy Erin Hunter's is pine-needle's and dirt.

"What do you smell?" She asked. Her tail twitched. She was close to Thunderclan with that fleabag they call Stormclaw.

"Pine needles and dirt!" Gracepaw meowed.

"That is what Thunderclan smells like." She mewed and went up and marked the border. "go mark the border like I did then we will go home."

Gracepaw marked the border.

"OKay lets go home." She mewed and walked towards camp