Her scar-ridden pelt slides among the undergrowth, hiding her sable brown coloring. Icy, see-into-your-soul eyes glitter out from behind a bush, ready to pounce. She'd come here because she'd heard of a ruthless, cunning Clan that was known for spilling more blood than ever. It had intrigued her and she'd come out of curiosity. Her jaws opened to let loose a call for any with enough authority to welcome and show around new members. She stepped out of the fronds of the bush and settled her haunches on the ground, curling her scarred brown tail around her blood-stained claws. Now to just wait.
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