She didn't need to be here. Other than the occasional mission Foxstar sent them out on, she didn't need to be anywhere but the Janus camp. She couldn't stand staying in that place for long, though. Every day it felt more and more suffocating, and so she made regular ventures out. Usually alone into the territory. The main camp was only marginally better than the one reserved for cats of her rank. She was the senior-most Janus anyways. Surely no one would mind if she went exploring every now and then. Seeking out more knowledge and all that.

   This place, though, was one that deep down she felt she should best avoid. Twistedecho was far too good at ignoring her gut instinct, however. She still had to push down the occasional jolt of fear when faced with a Clanmate, constantly reassuring herself that there was nothing to fear from them. If anything, they were probably more scared of the ruddy-furred she-cat than she was of them. The mystery surrounding her and her peers was intentional, likely to inspire a sense of awe and fear towards the knowledge-keepers and executioners of the Clan. She was never quite certain if she appreciated the automatic respect or despised it.

   She let out a low sigh as she settled only a pawful of steps from the border, staring at the huge tree on the other side. She couldn't wait for newleaf to arrive so it would blossom with its signature white flowers again. At the same time, she hated staring across at it. 'I would have given you the world, I would have taken you in, I would have raised you. I loved you.' She couldn't get the words out of her head, no matter how long ago she was told them. And she hated it. She couldn't stop wondering over the 'what ifs'. What if she grew up in DayClan? How different would she be from the cat she was now? Would things be better? Her claws dug deep into the ground as she glared at the tree that represented, to her, everything that could've been. Everything she knew she shouldn't and couldn't want.