Tall reed-like grasses would sway in the gentle breeze, offering up good hiding spots for small creatures like frogs and insects. The murky waters would be dark and still in some places, few stray rays of sun reflecting off the muddy earth as it filtered through the thick branches of pine needles.
As Ryepaw padded alongside her mentor, she would feel a mix of curiosity and caution, a smile laced mindlessly over her features. This wasn’t the first time she’d been here with him, and yet this wasn’t somewhere the pair often when. The ground beneath her dainty paws was soft and squishy, with murky water pooling in low areas as she took her pawsteps carefully. The air is heavy with the earthy scent of decaying plants, and as muck squelched between her toes, the typical neat-freak of a visibly squirmed back in bristling fur.
Ryepaw caught the sound of distant bird calls as they went, and the occasional croak of a frog, and the easily distracted apprentice would often be drawn away from the task at paw, to observe an occasional movement of something skimpering away from the mentor and his apprentice. They had barely just begun their mini patrol, though, and Ryepaw was still bubbling with an almost childlike excitement, one that never quite faded through the moons since her apprenticing ceremony. Something that may never fade in the young she-cat.