.The Shadow.

[Burningwing]

Ravenkit sheltered beneath the bush, its tangled branches veiling his small black furred body from the night sky. The moon hung weightlessly above him, its silvery yellow rays dancing down on the snow, lighting up the area with a silent glow. His large, almond shaped eyes glistened neon green in the gleam, and his sleek pelt was highlighted a shining pale blue. He wouldn't allow himself to go by the name 'Ravenkit' anymore after this night.

He lifted his nose to the air, the clean, fresh scent of the thaw filling him with warmth. Dried crabgrass tickled his belly as he slid silently from his hiding place, his paw prints dotting the snow. Ravenkit's long, flag like tail brushed the juniper bushes needles, the tip plumed out like a cheetahs'. Kits weren't supposed to leave camp without the guidance of a warrior, but then again, he was old enough to have been a warrior or a few moons, despite his small size.

That was it. He had a name for himself, no one could complain about. Raven would be fine, it was his name after all, just without the end part. A sigh of relief from the name steamed the air hanging in front of him. At last he could wander without the name shadowing his steps. But the cool crunch of paws against snow told him that even though his name had left him, someone else had not.

[Spook]

Spook slid in and out of the shadows, a deep orange reminder of the time between day and night. Ahh... the night. She loved it's peace and serenity, the never ending shadows. Thats what her soul was made of, shadows.

She was basking in the light glow of the moon, what shone down through the juniper and brambles at least, when she heard the slow steady breathing of a cat. A young cat. Her silver turquoise eyes searhed the thicket. The narrow slits landed on a patch of darkness greater than the others. The silver coated blue eyes met neon green. She smirked and moved forward slowly.

The tiny femme slid easily through the undergrowth. "Why, hello," she said her deep sunset pelt rippling slowly.

[owly ✿]

A small black tom slid through the showy realm. His tiny paws made no sounds as they touched the ground. A sullen cold breeze buffeted his black fur but he pressed on. Pantherkit's blue eyes were so dark they blended into the shadows just like his peltage. Their magnificent navy hue was surrounded by black--like a caged animal, always to be surrounded by darkness.

As the male's lithe Windclan body twined in and out of bushes and scrub his black pelt was illuminated by the white streaks winding down his head, back and tail. The tom's whole being was wrapped in this white fur which looked like twine was binding him together. His tail twitched nervously when the scent he had followed, Ravenkit, was mixed with loner smell. Pantherkit felt his neck and back fur careen into the air like a spiked thorn bush. He then willed his paws to push forward into the revealing moonlight...only after pushing his light grey claws out.

"Who are you?" The tom mewed in a fierce tone as the moonlight illuminated his face and front paws. His claws glinted in the light. They were long for a kit.

[Burningwing]

Raven was suprised to see Pantherkit, a young tom he had known well, question the loner cat. He had known Pantherkit to be a shy, quiet kit. " Yes, who are you?" He mewed in a barely audible tone. His black pelt quivered in the faint light. It looked like he wouldn't get the peace he had searched for.

[Spook]

The deep sunset she-cat smirked in amusement((can cats smirk?)). "Oh, I'm sure you figured out I'm a loner. Scents and all, but my name is a different matter. Why should I tell you my name? A name is a powerful weapon, a weapon I intend to give to cats when I choose. I'll give you a hint though. Some would call me quiet, deadly, intent on destruction. Others would say I'm only lonely. Some would call me a ghost. Others, a spook."
She looked at the younger cats eye to eye. "If you can't figure it out right there, your pretty dense. But you might be able to ask around the older windclanners and find out who I was. But that's not who I am." She sat down. Spook usually didn't talk so much, but who cares. It's not her problem.

[Burningwing]

Raven grimaced. He didn't like riddles much, but this one seemed simple anouth. " I'd say your a spook." He mewed quietly, glancing in the direction on the small Pantherkit. A few snowflakes drifted from a branch to speckle his dark ebony pelt.

[Spook]

"Oh, that amazingly hard," the tiny loner crooned. "Yes, I am Spook, once known as Sparrowpaw of WindClan. Oh, it wasn't that long ago, just 10 moons or so. If your old enough, maybe you would remember me. No, I guess you wouldn't, or you would be too young." The deep ginger she-cat yawned. She had fun talking to WindClanners. ThunderClanners were too valiant and chased them off without a second thought. RiverClan was fun too, but they boasted too often. ShadowClan were impossible. That leaves WindClan, her old clan.