The shadowclan camp is as quiet as ever. The sun is beginning to set, casting redish rays through the leaves. At this hour, it was mainly the warriors that would be out wandering the grounds of the camp. You were amongst them at this time, sat in front of a bush with one other cat. The leader, sat upon the rock, was gleaming from the rays of the bright sun behind them, casting a shadow over the camp. They looked.. dark. As if they had received news so terrible it had silenced them.