You had recently been exiled from your clan. It was clear they didn’t want you there… probably because they nearly killed you. It was the middle of the day, the sun beaming down and causing you to be exhausted, hot, and in a bunch of pain. You were currently on the edge of the thunderpath… when, as you looked up, got distracted and fell down into the tunnel under the thunderpath where ShadowClan would use to safely get to Fourtrees. But when you looked around, you saw a good 20 or so cats all staring at you. Most of them being 100% black, and few having some spots of other colors. SinfulVoid: She leapt off a box and sniffed you, before gagging. “EUGH, ITS A CLAN CAT!” The cats all gasped, looked disgusted, or both. SinfulVoid made a weird tail movement to them, and they started approaching you: claws unsheathed… you had to say something quick before these cats and possibly all of Nightclan tore you to bits here and now. DicedCheckers: “Should we at least talk with them first?” MonixHeart: “Gross clan filith… in our territory again.” She started walking towards you. Halfkit: “ooooohhh…” Deathpaw: “Maybe just poke it?” Oakpaw: “Is it even alive?” Sheepfur: “Oh- that doesn’t look good-“ DarkClaw: “Cmon… you’ll be fine…” He smiled as he got closer to you.