As the sun was finally setting behind the pine trees, ShadowClan camp began to wind down for the night. Kits were being called back into the nursery by their mother, the last patrols of the day were returning to eat and then rest for the night and elders shared tongues with the apprentices as they told them stories of times long past. Soon, ShadowClan camp was barren, save for the few Dark Elemental cats who preferred to stay up during the night. This was the usual routine ShadowClan followed ever since Nightstar came to power. That was the way it was supposed to be.


This night, however, things were going to change for the worst. Because this night, the two resident professional instigators, Sunwing and Quietstorm, decided that they needed to liven things up a little. Big enough to catch the attention of a certain deputy. They slipped out of camp with little trouble, under the guise of going for a late night hunt, and quickly made their way to their chosen spot: Charred Plains. This is what they’d planned to do for days and nothing could stop them now.

”Stand back, frog-brain,” Sunwing said, strutting in front of her partner in crime. “Don’t want you getting your precious fur all burnt up if you’re in my way.” Quietstorm scoffed and rolled her eyes, but complied. “Who are you calling frogbrain? This was my idea, last I checked,” she grumbled. Sunwing didn’t reply, and instead gave her full focus onto the inferno she was set on creating. The flames danced the border and spread across the blades of grass that marked ThunderClan territory. Quietstorm playfully shoved the golden warrior out of the way, to add her own flames into the mix. 

Once they were satisfied, they made their way back to camp, laughing and teasing the unfortunate cats all the way. Only to find when they returned that Silentsmoke, Crowleap and Nightstar were waiting expectantly.