Although she didn't particularly enjoy the sun, being awake for its rise and fall was a force of habit. One did not casually give up a crespucular lifestyle in trade for a nocturnal one; the change was still a shock to her system. It was for that reason that, at the same time as Pumpkinose, she was about.

This was considered early rising in Moonclan, and so it was the only time she manage to move through the territory with uncharacteristic confidence. With no one around, she felt free, safe. It was a lingering remanent of a solitary lifestyle, one that she had not slayed, and was equally not doing much to improve, given the fact she only humored her anxiety by doing everything she could to avoid her new clan-mates.

Alas, that night she had made a mistake. Casually strolling through the growing darkness, she was not paying attention in the least to her surroundings. She allowed herself, in her own false sense of safety, to be lost in thought. She didn't even notice the other warrior farther ahead until they were mere tail-lengths away. She froze, like prey before its predator, almost unable to stop her fur from bristling as she crouched down, a hint defensivley, and made a pointless attempt to back away slowly.

She  flinched back, her fur instinctively standing on end. But she didn't make a sound, not even so much as a gasp of surprise or a whimper in pain. Instead, her body, with instinctive speed, dropped into a perfect but foreign battle stance, her muscles bunching in preperation for a need for a speedy reaction whether it was to strike back, defend, or merely escape; her claws unsheathed with a menacing quickness. It happened before thought; battle, fighting, surviving was more instinctual to her than words. It took a moment for that spark of mad wildness to loose its gleam in her eye and to realize the other she cat had stopped her attack.

It felt hollow for a moment. That rush of adrenaline dying away like the last light of twilight. For a moment she had felt herself again; alive, dangerous, at one with her body, and in a moment it had been ripped away. She felt anger pool where emptyness had carved out, for the first time it really hit her she had given up her entire life for this. For safety. And yet now she stood, in the very place where she had sacrificed it all for protection, feeling the warmth of her own blood dribble down her cheek from a small cut.

"What am I doing?" She chocked out in a meek, quivering voice, and she couldn't tell if it was the lingering adrenaline or pure rage. "W-what the hell were you doing?!"

Diamondcascade was unfortunatly not as good natured. At the smile, which she took as a form of mockery, her fur raised higher, her eyes narrowing into slits as she did nothing to lessen the tension.

"I was hunting!" She snapped defensively. It wasn't a complete lie, that had been part of her intetion while coming out so early, though of course it wasn't the real reason why she had attempted to slink away. However, she would have been hard-pressed to admit her attempt to avoid a social interaction had formed the basis for their less than amiable introduction. "Did you want me to trample through the forest? Is that how you hunt prey?" She spat at her, embaressment and anger dulling her normal social fears and inhibitions.

By the continued glare and ruffled fur, Diamondcascade was clearly not amused. She gave a sneer of disgust, though the burning rage had started to die away to something more pitiful, along the lines of embaressment and self-loathing. It didn't, however, stop her from backing down when backing down was long past due. "Well I'm glad it's not usually your daily routine to cut open your clan-mate's faces and being so absent-minded as to not check if a cat is your clanmate. Anyways, I'm glad you did hit me, there are probably some cats who would have striked back." Her voice had transitioned from the fiery vigor of anger to a cold scolding, she could feel herself going uncomfortably numb, dizzy with the waves of emotion that could come from such a small altercation. There was an uneasy churning in her stomach, a need to escape from a moment that grew evermore clausterphonic. And she honored that feeling. With a huff, she starked to wall away, tail still lashing though the fury was now so diluted.