[[Shadows Shall Steal Your Soul]]

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((This picks up after [Is.This]Saying.Hello[Really.Her?]
Also, this is the start of Arcticfeather sending her message home.))

Arcticfeather padded away from the border, slightly annoyed. She had thought that she had known everything about Brightstar, but apparently the little white she-kit had some secrets. Luckily, she had found Brightstar's little friendship with Storm quickly. If anyone had asked her... she shuddered to think it.
The she-cat was jolted back to reality as her paw landed in a rain puddle.
Arcticfeather considered the pool for a moment. It was nicely located under a tree, with shadows around it.
Useful for contacting home.
But as she thought the words, she knew that DemonClan wasn't really home anymore. This was home. The forest was where she belonged. Not in some darkened forest of death.
I'll return at night, Arcticfeather decided. When shadows rule everything.

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It was twilight.
The setting sun cast a firey red glow over everything. Shadows lengthened.
Arcticfeather padded across the forest floor, her white fur noticable in the growing darkness. She had said that she was going hunting, so she'd have to make her message to home quick. Being greenleaf, there wasn't really an excuse for her not bringing home prey. And besides that, she wanted to hunt. Her claws had been itching to hunt ever since she got here, and hunting was fun here. Stalking real prey through a real forest... fun.
Reaching the puddle, she decided to wait a little longer, and hunt in the surrounding areas while she waited.