If stars are always shining, then how c[O]me I'm hidden?

A rustle, then a blur of color. A snap, and a yowl of victory.
The rabbit landed with a thump and the small ants scattered away from the looming carcass.
Smiling with a wide grin was a well muscled she-cat. She was a bit stocky in the legs, uncommon for a Windclan cat, but had the determination of a lion. Her caramel tabby pelt was accompanied by dark brown stripes and her black outlined eyes were olive green.

If you saw her from a distance, she looked like a short serval. However, this was not the case. This she-cat was Wildeyes and she was quite happy with her kill. Wildeyes still had a cloud of doubt around her, always telling her she wasn't good enought. That she couldn't run fast. That no one ever saw her shining personality.

Oh Wildeyes was smart, almost too smart for most cats to want to talk to her. She always seemed happy, although she is always troubled. With sarcastic comments and funny catchphrases, only Starclan knew why she never had anyone to talk to. She was almost tempted that day to talk to her kill.

You're just a stupid rabbit, stupid enough for me to end your life.
Wildeyes was trying to telepathically communicate to the dead mammal. She was crazy with social deprivation. And there in the middle of her idiotic consultation with her kill, the tabby heard a yawn.
She peeked her head over the tall moor grass and laid eyes on Featherstorm.
"Hello there?"

Wildeyes quickly buried the rabbit, her green eyes still locked on the hiding she-cat.
"Stop being a mouse brain and come out of there! We're clanmates for Starclan's sake!"
The tabby she-cat decided to then play along and slid across the dry earth. Following the silver cat's scent, she scooted her way over.

She was puzzled by the she-cat's words. She's scared of a patrol? Why? She is in Windclan. Wildeyes took a sniff of Featherstorm and was surprised when she couldn't smell a clan.
"Why are you disguising your scent? Am I going to have to escort you back to my camp?"
She fluffed out her thick fur and crouched down, looking as menacing as a hawk.
"Or do I have to take care of you myself?"
Her words were laced with stinging grace.