the sharp intense command jolts the grey speckled femme awake. tilting her head down past the beam, looking for approachers on the marble floor below. to the open fields with rushing winds of her past, she'd long understood protecting herself. the beam was high up from the rest of this 'clan, long enough to race away from an attacker. yellow eyes rapidly blink away sleep, neck fur rising in its familiar bristle, it's not lost on her that such a luxurious camp was not meant for a cat like her.
abandoning her clan. her kits. crowpaw, he may be now. her friends. what had come of brightshine? surrounded now by cats who didn't know her, frightening her off with even a glance. this was no life but it was safe.
carefully, the grey ticked tabby unspools long but too thin legs, using the beams to avoid the floor of the camp, attempting to avoid any members here.