Black Hole Sun [Darkspirit]

The sun was beginning to set as Aurelia dropped a squirrel and two birds onto the "fresh" kill pile, casting shadows across Thunderclan's camp. Claiming one of the birds for herself, Aurelia was content to find a quiet corner of the camp, or one that was as quiet as was likely to get with the cats milling about. She had yet to work up the nerve to approach the domestic cats for conversation, though had obliged when they approached her, albeit nervously.

She had yet to learn all their customs and way of doing things, though had picked up on their patrolling routines easily. Part of her didn't wish to know any more than that, hoping that staying here was only temporary... But it didn't seem like this would be temporary, as much as she wished it to be. The reticent she-cat would have to get used to things eventually, but these clan cats were so open and outgoing compared to what she knew. It should've made her less wary about approaching some of them, but if anything the unfamiliarity and the language barrier she was still struggling with only made it harder.