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She hoped she wasn't too easily noticed. Tucked away around the edge of the camp, her paws were curled up underneath her, her eyes closed to the point where they were merely slits. But her ears were pricked and alert, the ruddy she-cat listening in on the goings-ons of the Clan around her. It was in part an old habit - everyone kept an eye on everyone back in SunClan, in case a traitor were somehow in their midst - but she had more reason than that to listen. It had been moons since she defected to DayClan, but despite the time she still didn't feel quite like she fit in. So she listened to learn the rhythm of DayClan life. To get a feel for the general atmosphere these cats nurtured and how she might learn to emulate them. And if someone noticed, Twistedecho had an excuse at the ready. She just wasn't sure if it would be a good one.
Some might question why Summernight had yet to grow up despite having been a warrior for moons now. He almost had grown up when he had followed Glowstar to SunClan, but being back home in DayClan had brought back the fun, adventurous tom that had been raised there. The dark ginger tom eyed Twistedecho from across the camp, a familiar gleam in his bright yellow eyes. He crouched, stalking toward her as though she was prey, the end of his tail flicking back and forth soundlessly as he grew nearer. He paused just before he reached her, a smile flitting across his lips, and he pounced, landing right in front of her, their noses nearly touching, a wide grin bearing his fangs, white and gleaming. "Heya, Twistedecho," his ears tilted forward.
Perhaps she should've paid attention to her surroundings through more than just her ears. She didn't notice the faint whisper of paws across the camp against the louder backdrop of pawsteps made much less carefully by other Clanmates. Any suggestion that someone was sneaking up on her was quickly disregarded. No one else had stopped to even acknowledge her presence, and her mind was prone to overactive paranoia anyways. It was far too late by the time she noticed Summernight, only alerted by the rush of wind as someone leaped and landed only a whisker away. She instantly jumped to her paws, bouncing back a pace as her fur fluffed out and her claws slid out. Her mind screamed, 'Danger! Attack!' over and over as she hissed at the tom, ears slicked flat against her head and her eyes flying wide. She was only a moment from swiping a clawed paw at the tom, ready to protect herself from what she assumed was a would-be assassin - she certainly had plenty reason to believe that there were cats out there, even in DayClan, that would all too readily seek to end her life - but only as she realized he wasn't actually attacking did she stop herself. She was still tense with her scruffy pelt fluffed out to make her lean figure seem bigger, but her eyes narrowed in annoyance as she meowed back, "Heya." She forced herself to relax enough to sit down again, tail curling over her paws as she started trying to groom her fur flat again. "May I ask why you thought that was a good idea?" she asked, annoyance thick in her voice.
Despite having his face nearly clawed off, Summernight was still grinning as he sat up, his dark ginger tail wrapping around his paws as he looked at her, a slight tilt to his head. The way she was attempting to flatten her fur from his startle caused mischief to gleam in his bright eyes. He was not at all phased by her reaction, and in fact had expected it, as she often seemed tense and uptight to the tom. Nevertheless, he thought there was a little glimmer of fun in everyone, and he decided then that he was determined to bring it out in her. He could only smile at the annoyance in her voice. "You seemed a little too relaxed," he informed her, licking his paw before brushing it over his head in a casual gesture. "Thought I should do something about it."
