- ᴘᴀᴛᴄʜᴘᴀᴡ X
juniperclan apprentice // @owlflight, splashpelt
foxes? patchpaw looked to splashpelt with wide eyes, her spirit inflamed - this is what she had in mind for a patrol. as the small group trailed through the forest, patchpaw began to daydream about vanquishing an entire fox den, and chasing the red vermin from their home; she wasn't sure how she'd do it, but surely pure might would save her - ignoring the fact that she, herself, remained one of the smaller, more stockier apprentices. engaging in this fantasy caused patchpaw to wander astray occasionally, with her nose glued to the ground, and eyes placed everywhere they shouldn't be, but owlflight and splashpelt inevitably pushed her back on track.
after what appeared to be a short stroll to patchpaw, the patrol finally arrived at the border. still rather distracted, patchpaw was examining the ground for tracks, at the time caught up in a plethora of scents that confused her so, when she happened to notice owlflight speaking to her - just in time too. oh, is this what she wanted? patchpaw glanced about coolly when owlflight made her request; although the apprentice was confident in many things, perhaps to an overt extent, she was at least certain her ability to track was real.
patchpaw trailed the border a bit, sniffing both the areas owlflight had freshly marked and the older, staler ones, but failed to make an assured assessment. perhaps, she had been a little too caught up in her other ventures, and now she struggled to identify the scents, overstimulated, although they resided at the tip of her tongue. she wrinkled her nose, beginning with a sigh, "oh, i don't know, um..." as patchpaw held her breath, she managed to notice a strong residue of herbs in the air. "daybird and..." she tilted her head, slowly becoming more frustrated, causing her to feel less inclined to make an accurate prediction. "longstar? dustypelt?"
she shook her head and looked to the ground, and with a final huff, mentioned one lingering thought; "and some other cat i don't know, i think..." patchpaw felt revolted; whatever scent that was, it was not familiar nor pleasant to her. yet, that was likely of least importance right now, for patchpaw felt rather irritated towards her own performance.