Chapter Twelve 2. Celeste

 Celeste was more aware then she'd like to admit of the underlying tension through out the Clan. No one had voiced it yet, thankfully no one had been nearly that disrespectful, but it was there.  Sally had not noticed and Celeste was grateful. She only really worked with Kyra and she was Sally's personal cheerleader, even if she had noticed the awkward behaviour Celeste knew she wouldn't say anything.

Hunter could quite obviously see it happening. He was shorter then usual with everyone, sometimes Celeste thought she could see his hackles raised. If he was in his lion form his tail would be twitching irritably every time a Clan member spoke to him.

Sitting in an office on the second floor Celeste ran a frustrated hand through her hair. She expected something, the silence was unsettling her. Actions she understood, this quiet brooding rankled her too.

:Hello?:

Celeste grinned at the timid touch to her mind, thoughts of the Clan whisking away.&nbs