The Maple Forest

The Maple Forest

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A large forest filled with maple trees covered in rough bark. During Leaf-fall and Leaf-bare, the trunks are covered in a sticky sap that will easily coat a wolf's fur and dry hard. The leaves of the trees turn a brilliant red during Leaf-fall, pretty enough to be used by the wolves for various purposes. Deep in the middle of this forest lies the Raspberry Glade.

She'd walked most of the way, taking her time to see in the sights and delight in all the different kinds of smells that wound through the air thanks to the gentle breeze that gave some relief from the hot green-leaf sun. Her favourite season was leaf-fall when all the maple leaves here turned the same hues of orange as her curly pelt, padding into the shade and giving a quiet sigh of relief Maple licked her nose and sat down. Leaning against the rough bark of a tree, green eyes half closed enjoying the peace and quiet, instead of letting herself think over the problems she'd been having Maplepaw dedicated her attention to going over all of the facts that she knew. She'd always loved facts and had collected facts and information most of her life, they slipped out when she was nervous.

Nightstar had been drifting when he caught the scent of a certain little Thunderclan female making a predatory grin creepy onto his muzzle. Setting his invisible paws to the ground in front Maplepaw he schooled his expression into a more neutral one for speaking. "Have you been practising little one?" he asked as his body became corproal in front of her. His emerald green eyes raked over her lean body with hidden lust and he was grateful that his body could become solid. Having her pinned under his large frame was arousing and soon she would be fully his,
only his.