|NOTES: dawn and feather thread!|
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There was an awe that he still felt every time he left the camp and strolled through CreekClan territory. Time now, was a valuable thing as his training, patrols, and duties took over his life. Dawnpaw had scarcely had a moment in the last moon to be alone, and even the most social of cats need to be alone. He had actually left the camp as soon as he got back from training. His wary limbs would rather leisurely stroll than tick duty.
Ears pricked, he was alert for danger. The young apprentice was still quite unfamiliar with the territory but did not mind exploring. He followed the more familiar Flooded Creek. At a bend, the creek seemed to narrow. Unfamiliar scents flooded into his nostrils. Dawnpaw padded out into the open toward the river. GorgeClan.
He had reached the edge of CreekClan territory. Curiously, he sniffed the air. How it reeked. It was like GorgeClan cats never bothered to groom or something. He hated GorgeClan cats just as much as all the other surviving members of CreekClan did. Perhaps its only natural to dislike their scent as well.
But despite his disgust, something akin to curiosity got the better of him. He stepped a little closer to the border, and tried to gaze as far as possible down into GorgeClan territory.
There was a rustle nearby. Dawnpaw stiffened and instantly regretted his curiosity. Surely that sound was not just the river! Was he about to encounter a bloodthirsty GorgeClan cat for the first time?
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