Lurking in the long shadows stretched by a golden twilight, a creature, twisted and ruined, lurked and thrived, murky paws painted white to strike chilled earth as a cool wind buffeted a powerful form. The beast was feline, with a tuxedo coat of sleek obsidian, and his eyes were portals to hell itself, the devil's infernos licking at glassy orbs that glowed with a vibrant fury. BloodClan scent permeated the air around the brutal figure, and as he strode through woodland trees, it danced through the air to touch bark and foliage, leaving traces of the oily smell. Scarecrow's features were set in a cold scowl, expressionless and firm, scarred jaws locked around a small Halloween pumpkin bucket he had snatched from a two-leg child just days before, but that was hardly the scary part. What was in the container was sure to spread seeds of dread and shock. The male stopped on the edge of SkyClan's land, black tail swishing through the atmosphere as the cold breeze carried the sense of his presence deeper into the territory, beckoning it's residents forth to meet the nightmare that lurked on their border.