It was painfully obvious that the ShadowClan warrior had been fully prepared for Masuki to turn and attack her on their walk to camp. If they truly wanted to do that, they would have tried before instigating a conversation with her. The light brown tabby followed the calico until they arrived to camp. A head count would be beneficial. An approximate number of how many cats were in ShadowClan would be more than enough information if they couldn't secure their place in camp for at least the night.

They looked up as Nightstar spoke. They dipped their head as she introduced herself. "Pleasure t'meet you, Nightstar. 'Name's Masuki, but just Mask is fine if yer not feeling th'whole thing." They meowed.

They watched as the leader called a meeting. This would be the perfect time for a headcount. They had to take into consideration any missing cats who were hunting. I'll add maybe 5 extra onto the count. Should be enough to cover it.

Masuki could feel the curious and hostile stares on them. They kept their composed demeanor. They had to be perceived as someone who isn't a threat if they wanted to get more information.

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Fool you shouldn't stare into these eyes of fireyou're going to regret this little fight

Sunwing lifted her head as she heard Nightstar call a Clan meeting. She tilted her head with an unamused expression, looking over at her partner-in-crime, Quietstorm. She shrugged and rose to her paws, padding out of the Apprentices' den.

She could join the crowd without having to face disappointed looks this time, knowing damn well she didn't do anything to prompt this particular meeting. In fact, today appeared to be someone else's fault entirely.

There was a stranger among them. Sunwing narrowed her eyes as she looked at the unfamiliar cat. She didn't recognize them from any gatherings she'd attended in her lfietime. They didn't even carry Clan scent.

Who the hell was this?

You'll watch me ignite!