On the Edge [Closed]

The Thunderpath was oddly quiet at this time of day, which was good for Calypso. She had followed the Thunderpath a few tail lengths away all the way down until a familiar scent hit her nose. Thunderclan.. Her mind drifted to her sister.. And wondered how she was doing in Thunderclan. How were her other siblings doing... With a sigh she pressed forward in her walk. She couldn't wander onto the territory right now.. Everyone was on edge after the Dark Forest fiasco, so she would be attacked within a heart beat.

Featherfrost's nose wrinkled at the acrid smell of the thunderpath, and her pelt still prickled with discomfort at being so close to the Shadowclan border. Orders were orders, however, and she'd been assigned to patrolling with Dayquill today. At least, she thought, with it still being daylight, the chances of running into a Shadowclan patrol were slim.

Rogues, it seemed, were a different story. Though Featherfrost had to admit she was glad to see her sister, at least. She'd kept her distance from her clanmates, and without Achelois, or most of her other siblings in the Order, she'd been feeling isolated and lonely. Of course, on patrol, well, talking wasn't a great idea. "Calypso!" She called softly, "I'm with a patrol, it's not safe for us to talk. Go, I'll find you later." She continued quietly, hoping not to draw the attention of her patrolmates.