StarClan saw that something was happening, and it was all because of an apprentice whom abandon the code.
A jet black cat streaked through the daylit ground, her paws softly running against the earth in ShadowClan's dear home. They would be sleeping most likely, as being once part of them gave her a small advantage of knowing their daily schedule. She had disguised her scent to match the territory, so being caught was a smaller risk. As her black paws stalked upon the camp, a devious grin spread out on her face. Her claws unsheathed and were ready to tear at soft flesh of her old clan-mates, but she knew luck would make this work. Her only wish and fear was that the others did not accompany her, so if she were alone, death was painted in this path she was about to take.
Slipping quietly up a tree, the tall rogue devilishly planned it in her head. Her claws would leave cats wounded, and she would never regret it. But as the black figure wathed the camp, the only thing on her mind was revenge.
So all Ravenpaw would do for now was wait, for the perfect chance to strike.
OOC: Rogues, join in. Oh, and Shadowclan, remember, I set this in daytime, and no one knows about her being near camp, so no one can say about it yet. Lets be fair. ;)
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