a dark figure slunk silently up to the shadowclan border, early christmas eve night. he smelled of no clan, and wore a santa hat that shadowed his face. the canine paused and looked around, smiling lightly, before placing a large burlap bag down on the ground. he looked inside; everything, from weapons to cookies to scarves and hats to toys, plus more- it was all still there. good. finally he placed a not stop the bag that read: happy holidays, shadowclan. from, the gift giver.
then, without a word, he was gone.
