Second Chances (Closed for Ice & Icee)

Mousepaw peered through the trees. They marked the beginning of SkyClan territory, right next to the Highpine. He crossed over here frequently to snatch prey and to go exploring in places that he shouldn't. He was a trouble magnet, and it was the only thing that kept him alive in these dull and lifeless days of apprenticeship. He was lucky his mentor went missing or someone might actually be around to keep him in line. Even though he'd met some rival clan cat's claws here a few days before, he still wasn't satisfied and wanted to trek somewhere he hadn't been before. Mousepaw stepped his pristine white paws over the scent markings, a smile growing on his face.

Antdrop and Tinylegs marked the territory that bordered them from ThunderClan and padded onward, deciding to make their way to Highpine. The two toms had finished their warrior duties around camp and oddly enough, they'd both agreed to go on a patrol together. Of course, Antdrop wasn't exactly thrilled to patrol with his little brother, but he didn't really have a choice. So here they were, walking through the SkyClan territory in silence, not knowing what to say to each other. Maybe he could congratulate Tinylegs on his kits? Nah, it wasn't worth it.

Walking at a relatively slow pace, the two warriors made their way to the Highpine and the black tom suddenly stopped, perking his ears. Someone else was around here somewhere, and it wasn't a SkyClan cat. Looking around, he sniffed the air.

"What is it?" Tinylegs meowed softly, wondering why Antdorp had suddenly stopped.

Not replying, the black cat's fur stood on end as he listened. A cool breeze ruffled the leaves of the trees, birds sang their song in the distance and so far, everything was quiet, a bit too quiet...