Post by Thorne on Apr 11, 2022 1:11:06 GMT
An untimely illness in their ranks had caused a last-minute reassignment of the first round of scouting. Emet was not prepared for the task, having believed she had more time to ready herself for her first assignment. She did not wish to disappoint. She knew all to well what would happen should she fail. The brown and white tabby reached the base of the mountains, finally feeling the soft grass on her pads. What she would give to return home to her folks, to the nice warm bed and promise of a nightly meal. Now look where she was -- what felt like halfway across the world with a dysfunctional band of rogues, and some sort of unstable wizard. Just her luck. At least this assignment meant that she could get away from that asshole. Viper had reported that the marsh was inhabited by RiverClan, described as fish-loving swimmers. Who in their right mind wanted to get their fur wet for fun?! And yet, here she was, crossing the marsh in search of RiverClan's settlement location. If Viper's assault had done what it should have, their territory should be on alert, and Emet would surely be escorted there for interrogation. She simply prayed that she would not be tried for the cime she did not commit. If they weren't the type who swam for fun, Emet would have thought these might be resonable cats. First impressions were not good for RiverClan. She wandered aimlessly, uncertain what to look for. |
