Wanderlust captured the best of people, but Arcticpaw took things to a whole new level today. It was dark and the cold kissed against her like ice on skin, prickling her nerves. It had started with her following a frog into NightClan, then deciding to find a few interesting rocks. At some point during her rock watching she had noticed a more interesting rock in the distance, one that looked like a dog so of course she had to see that. Then she spotted a lily pond and soon enough she had no idea where she was anymore or which direction she had come from. She knew in daylight she would be able to tell which way home was, but for now she was utterly lost, which meant shelter was priority. The mountain land caught her eyes, she knew that meant she was by one of the mountain clans which was not good, she had really wandered far this time. Her heart skipped a few beats wondering if her mom would ground her for not coming back home, but pushed the fear aside in order to focus on the present.

She felt the winds choosing to follow the warmest current and found her way into SummerClan territory, not that she knew their scent all the well to be able to determine that for herself. She stopped by an old two-leg den and after sniffing the air realizing she was on some sort of clan territory she decided to check the perimeter of the house, it was best to hide out, after all. Her ears pricked at the sound of paw steps, but she didn't duck down. She had white peachy fur, it was little use trying to blend into her surroundings.