Exploring a new world (OPEN)

[iceglade]

||Faithpaw||Just outside of the Hollow Mountain Base|| Exploring||

Surprising, sunlight managed to slip through the dark gray storm clouds that marched through the sky, proclaiming a dreary day for the clanners. Faithpaw had wandered off the base of Mount Hollow, curious to see what lay beyond. She didn't stray too far, she knew snakes slithered around these parts, all too well. She owed her life to Goldenpaw, who had saved her. Any other time, the clans wouldn't have pulled together like this. But desperate times, called for desperate measures, right? Or, maybe the clans had always been to separate, perhaps they had been meant to be just a bit closer, because it didn't make sense to create four clans just to have them die from fighting with each other, when they could have bonds that helped them all survive.
That was Faithpaws viewing, at least. Some would say a little 'kit' like her shouldn't think about things that large, but she'd seen too many deaths to be called an innocent little kit, she knew things she probably shouldn't even know about the world. She had matured more than most cats ever would at her young age. Nevertheless, she still had a strong sense of adventure, and that soon filled her heart as she sniffed around the seemingly barren wastelands, pondering what used to be here, before it dried out. Or maybe this had always been such a dreary, cold , and wasting place. A scent wafted past her muzzle, snapping the young apprentice out of her deep thoughts. Might as well hunt if she's out, right? This scent was odd, but slightly familiar, she wanted to find out what this creature was~ It smelled like a rodent, but a bit bigger than a mouse, and she couldn't hear any shuffling around, maybe it was sleeping? A nocturnal creature would be an easy catch for an apprentice~

[destinycalls]

NightClaw // Around the same location

NightClaw's amber gaze studied an apprentice who had strayed from the group, this was a bit unusual in his opinion; but he would've been curious of the new surroundings at that age too.
This she-cat, FaithPaw if he recalled correctly, seemed busy stalking some nearby prey.
He scented the air for what she had located; definitely some kind of rodent. He didn't care much for it.
"Hey, what are you doing out here?" He asked, padding a bit closer; letting his existence be known.

He wondered what this apprentice would think of an old scarred warrior like him anyways...?
NightClaw guessed he would find out soon enough.

[Kalaiscope]

An enormous yawn stretched Softpaw's mouth, cracking slightly as she went to close it. Wincing, more from the nasty sound than from pain, she rubbed her jaw on her flank, trying to get the sound to stop echoing through her head. After a moment, she stood, and shook herself from head to tail. For nearly the first time since the earthquake, she felt properly clean. It was a wonderful feeling, and despite the grey weather, Softpaw was in a rare good mood. With her fur still smoothed in odd directions from her bath, the apprentice trotted down the hill. Away from the makeshift camp, away from throngs of cats who could bump into her and muss her fur. She paused at the base of the hill to scent the air, head tipped back, ears perked. MashClan cat, over there. Fresh. Fainter traces of other cats who had passed by. And something she couldn't quite identify, like prey, but not.

Curious, but wary, she followed the scent. As she approached, the scent of a second cat worked it's way around, mingling with the MarshClanner's. This one was male, but the Clan scent was that of her own. Some of her hesitation fading, Softpaw trotted forward, poking her head around a large boulder and tipping her nose up to get a better view of the cats. Then, throwing aside all shyness (screw that!) she shuffled out into the open, meowing, "Hey, hey, you smell that? What is that?" Not the best introduction, rather awkward in fact, but hey, what was done was done.