[color=SkyBlue][u][b]Silverstorm[/b][/u][/color]

With the exception of Duskclaw, the rest of the Border Patrol was forming up at the gorse tunnel now. Silverstorm was glad the Big Tom agreed to join them, as much as she wanted Deputy she couldn't help thinking that Stormstrike would make a fine one as well, albeit a bit rough around the edges and intimidating. She greeted the rest of the patrol with smiles and of course talk, it was true Silverstorm could talk a bird into flying down and killing itself for fresh kill and she loved socializing with her clan-mates, asking how they were and what they had been up to. Offering advice on certain situations and taking advice on others, socialization was an art and Silverstorm was Picasso. She thanked the assembled cats for coming with her and with a quick wink and flash of her tail, the silver and black she-cat disappeared into the tunnel and took off towards Shadowclan border.

As she and her fellow cats sprinted through the trees Silverstorm had a mile wide smile. This was how she wanted to live every day of her life, patrolling the forest with her clan-mates and enjoying everything that nature had to give her. The whole thing was almost to good to not be a dream. She slowed her pace down, the rest of the cats catching up and she nodded at Stormstrike as he came into view. They had reached the Thunderpath, and the stink was rather overwhelming. One of the many reasons many cats were not fond of the border was the Thunderpath, but it was a responsibility to ensure the Clan's safety. 

The patrol was quite routine until they came upon a weird scent. It was Shadowclan and Silverstorm was instantly on alert.