Seeing through the mist

One step, then another. Paws softly hitting the ground, taking care not to make a sound. Ears twitching, scanning the surroundings for any trace of sounds. Mistpaw had to be fully alert as she tried to navigate through the Streamclan territory. For one, she, as an apprentice without a mentor wasn't allowed to wander about like this. Her father would surely not take it too kindly if she got caught. And secondly, with her vision not working, all her other senses had to be finely tuned, in order for her to "see" through them.

As she took some more steps, she noticed that the grown got increasingly damp, telling her she was approaching a body of water. Judging from the wind rustling her collar as it blew past her, it was probably the Lake. It was an especially windy place, at least according to the elders. Mistpaw highly repected the elders, and loved to listen to their stories whenever she got the chance, painting pictures of the places in her mind. They probably didn't match the real deals, though, but it was nice to at least be able to imagine what they might look like. Suddenly, her left paw touched a pool of water. She had arrived at the Lake (probably). "I guess this is where the real training starts..."