Notes

The shadow that scurried across the brick wall was both terrifying and fascinating.
The silhouette stood tall, twenty two inches to be precise, with broad shoulders and a straight spine. Thick locks of fur adorned the burly stature, giving the creature a mane of wild fur around its neck, edging down onto its shoulder blades. The triangular shapes sprouting from the top of the skull were flickering every few moments as the strong gusts of wind dived down and slithered through the empty alleyways. Night had just bestowed upon the world below, the sky a dark blanket with white dust sprinkled across. The moon cast down little to no illumination down onto the Bloodclan camp, for the taller buildings looming above blocked the precious rays. They depended on the artificial orange glow of the streetlights to illuminate their path. A dark city was a dangerous city. Few of Bloodclan's inhabitants relied on their instincts to guide them during the darkness of night, too comfortable with the orange hum above to use their natural senses. However, a rare selection of hardened soldiers existed. Last was a prime example of a feral feline. Dubbed the "Guardian of the Night", the massive fem casually patrolled the less illuminated areas of Bloodclan's land during midnight. The darkness didn't scare her, nor did the monsters lurking inside. She was one of those monsters in the darkness. She was the creature beneath the bed or in the wardrobe. Last wasn't one that was spooked easily. Therefore, she was the main patrol leader during the night. Mangle was another elite who took advantage of her wild instincts. She was much lighter and much smaller than Last, but almost matched the lass in strength. She made an excellent assassin during the darker hours. She blended into the moldy brick walls, hidden away by the darkness. Mangle was deadly and had certainly earned her name.
Then there was Klaus. A less bulky war machine who could tear through any living being in moments. The patchy masculine was one of the toughest opponents to face in Bloodclan. He was a frightening individual indeed, especially with his giant canines and ruby visionaries.
Then, Bloodclan's most tactical feline. Cobra, the serpent. He was a hybrid of many feral feline breeds -Maine Coon, Norwegian Forest and a small hint of Siberian tiger. Quite the mashup. He was a mackerel tabby with a base coat of magnesium and an undercoat of ivory. His lanterns were heterochromatic, a mix of icy blue and fiery+
amber. He was haunting, canines barely peeking out past his charcoal labia. He held many scars along his structure, his most notable across the bridge of his nose and an oddly shaped one above his left hue. The delegate had fought many wars alongside Bloodclan, he held a respected position in the running of the clan. He had seen many leaders come and go, yet he still had a lot to learn in the process of leading a clan successfully. The shadow casted against the wall was indeed the masculine. He had been standing, observing, the deserted camp for quite a while, awaiting movement. Finally, his bi-colored pools picked up motion across at the entrance as an unfamiliar figure hastily approached. Cobra narrowed his visionaries before backing into the shadows, dissolving into thin air. He watched as the young molly made her way into the camp with a wary glance. The head-warrior hid his presence for a few more moments before his thunderous voice crackled out
"And who may you be?"
The question was rumbled out in a hideous tone, like nails being dragged along a blackboard. Both dangerous and calm. There was no doubt that the calmness would make anyone uncomfortable. He watched the femme for a reaction