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Blackpaw sniffed around the edge of camp, she had smelled something strange when she had been in the apprentice den. So naturally she had gone out the to look at the outside walls of the camp, not that they were actual walls right now. There probably had been a decent scent trail but in an effort to figure it out she had tramped in circles, muddling anything she might have seen. This whole tracking thing was really hard. So she sat down with a thump to watch the coming and goings of the clan. Perhaps her nose just needed a break. It was like when she was practicing battle moves and kept messing up, Blackpaw would just step back to try again later after resting or doing something else. She was very proud of all she had managed to learn and do since joining even if she still felt lonely at times.
He didn't realize it until he was wide awake, and by then it was too late, but the sunlight spilling fresh into the den assured him he had slept far later than he should. He scrambled to his paws and hurried from the den, his ears burning in shame. Most cats in SwiftClan didn't care what the other warriors did, it wasn't their business to intrude upon, but he had been apprenticed in SummerClan. Old habits died hard.
The young warrior stretched in the light, then made his way out of the camp, intent on finding a way to make up for his mistake. As he exited, he noticed Blackpaw, and raised his tail in a friendly way to her.
“Oh hello.” She perked up slightly at the sight of another cat. Perhaps he could help her with this emeritus smell. “I keep smelling something odd around the outside of camp but I can’t seem to track it.” She gestured to camp wall as if that would show off her problem. Blackpaw never was one to sleep in that late as there was always something for her to do, either training or just exploring. She had learned a lot that way, like how if you cornered a rabbit it was prone to attacking. Or that if you walked in a stream your scent trail was hidden, which was good if you were running from something but bad if you needed to find your way back home. The little tortie while small was just about full grown, incredibly innocent looking, and probably way to trusting.
