~~CREDIT: GhostPilot~~

The forest whispered with secrets under the rising sun, the trees casting long, reaching shadows that stretched across the border between two clans. You crouched low in the underbrush, your mismatched scent carried on the wind—an unmistakable blend of ShadowClan's smoky tang and the fresh, earthy fragrance of ThunderClan.

Your heartbeat quickened as a patrol from Class 1-A's clan padded closer. Your clanmates trusted you, but the tension of being caught at the border set your fur on edge. "Traitor," a hiss echoed in your mind, the word a bitter reminder of whispers that had followed them since birth.

On the other side of the border, darker shapes moved. ShadowClan patrols rarely ventured this close unless provoked. Your eyes flicked to the movement—a figure with jagged fur and glowing red eyes, unmistakable even in the gloom. ShadowClan's leader, Shigaraki, had come to the border himself.

"You're running out of places to hide," a voice purred from the shadows.