[goddess of ducks]

@Lunacross @Gusty
Calixto nodded his rather large, fluffed out head. His cream based fur stuck out like a sore thumb in the midst of the ashen, burned forest that surrounded the groups. Locus had a pony, what mouse brain would want to live in conditions like this. He then when in to think, if their had been a fire in the Syndicate, what would they have done? Obviously not rely on the Clans. He became somewhat jealous that the Clans could reply on each other, but then remembered, putting trust in another creates more ways for lies to creep in. The Clans could just as easily turn on one another as they did rely on each other. "Alright Locus, any idea which way they might be? The smell of burnt fills the air and makes it rather difficult to scent anything else." He mewed light heartedly, hoping to bring at least a few good times from this journey. Besides, how often would a Syndicate cat get to visit the Clans, with permission.