falling away (open event)

Morning patrols. There would always be something about them that excited the small she-cat. The fresh air, the morning light, the task ahead. They were all good reason to jump out of her nest after the deputy and get involved as soon as the day’s arrangements were announced. As was the case right there and then, she moved quickly and confidently after Mousewhisker, awake and alert as they moved up along the gorge. The she-cat’s tail flicked somewhat absently behind her, ears pricked, and mind focused on following the senior warrior’s lead.

"Be careful everyone, let's return to camp with the same number of living cats as we left with." Dingofang blinked, before giving an enthusiastic nod, and glancing down toward the gorge itself. A few rocks off the edge of the cliffs seemed to crumble away with barely a touch, and Dingofang stepped inland slightly, following the steps of the rest of the patrol. Oh, that was what Mousewhisker must have meant. For a moment, the ginger she-cat paused, studying the gorge edge, before turning her attention back to the task as hand, and speeding up to rejoin Mousewhiosker, who’d come to a halt.

Dingofang’s ears pricked straight once more as she tilted her head slightly. “Something wrong, Mousewhisker?” She asked, following the leader’s gaze across the gorge toward RiverClan for a moment, before looking back to the senior warrior. “Is there something over there?”