Cloversnap stood up when the tom emerged and swiftly began leading the way out. "We'll visit the borders and cover the basics. Maybe some hunting if we have time." She called back, exiting the camp and slowing down as the terrain steepened. "Watch where you put your paws- it's easy to slip while you're climbing downhill." If Crowpaw was like most RockClan cats, she knew it wouldn't take long for his paws to adjust to the terrain.

She moved to walk beside Crowpaw once the path had widened. "Did you know that some frogs like to climb trees?"

Cloversnap frowned for a moment, though covered it up as soon as she was she was aware she was frowning. Even if she was displeased, she didn't want him to know. "No Crowpaw, frogs don't climb trees." She stopped, letting it sink in that she had told him a false fact. "First lesson- never believe every word you hear. Even if it's from a medicine cat, an older warrior... whatever. They can and will lie to you. Never let your mental guard down."

She shrugged at the question. "It's large. We'll cover most of it today, so you'll get to see for yourself." She upped her pace just a bit. She wanted to reach all the borders by sundown.

It wasn't long before they reached the first border- FireClan. "This is our first border. Take a sniff and look ahead. What clan do you think this is?"

The energy surrounding Crowpaw felt almost... stressful. Cloversnap glanced at him, surprised to find him smiling. Maybe she had misinterpreted his energy. Or maybe he was masking a negative emotion. She shrugged these thoughts away, deciding to focus on the lesson instead.

Now they were at FireClan. She sat and waited patiently for an answer, using this time to catch her breath. If only she had the stamina of a FireClanner. 'That's probably the only good thing to come out of living in that vile clan.' She thought, giving a nod of approval when Crowpaw answered correctly. "Right! Good job."

She gave him a moment to take in the smells and sights of the other clan. "FireClanners have earned the stereotype of being quite vicious. They're the fastest cats in all the clans, and they use their speed to catch prey such as rabbit." She informed, standing up. "Any questions?"

"Stereotype?"

Cloversnap wasn't sure if he was inquiring about the definition, or if he wanted her to elaborate. She decided to answer both ways, hoping Crowpaw would be satisfied. "A stereotype is a belief about a group that may or may not be true. An example is that a lot of clanners believe that FireClanners are cruel and heartless. There was even a myth once that stated that they ate their own kits." She shrugged. "It's up to you whether you want to believe that or not." Flicking her tail to indicate for Crowpaw to follow, she set off again. 'Crowpaw's a really good apprentice.' She thought, glancing at him with a warm smile. 'I surely got lucky.'

The sandy-colored feline led the way up a small hill, getting to a point where they could see far off into the distance. She beckoned Crowpaw closer, then pointed ahead with her paw. "See those mountains? A clan lives there. Can you guess which one?"