(Yeah, that's fine.)
Cherryblossom marked the border, figuring that she might as well do it while she was there. There was no sign of SnowClan, and their scent was a bit stale. They hadn't marked their border yet. Cherryblossom glanced out over the rocky, icy terrain of SnowClan's hunting grounds. The mountain looked tall and steep. And cold. Cherryblossom wondered how those cats could want to live in such a place.