Cadet Zion came back through the forbidden tunnels carrying in his jaws a fat juicy rabbit from DayClan. The tufts of fur that was usually tangled up over his eyes were slicked back and over his eyes was replaced with a black feathered mask he had put together with leaves as the backing and sticking feathers to it with tree sap. His usual light brown freckles were now concealed over with white dust he had brushed against his fur until it was pure white like the rest of him. There were more scouts now, but they weren't fully trained. Clans like DayClan had prey to spare, it only made sense for him to take it from them and bring it back to Renegade Regime, preferably undetected. He usually left the prey close to HQ and went to sleep back in his nest so by morning cats barely questioned it thinking a scout must have caught it bright and early.

That was at least how things typically went, only this time he felt especially tired and decided to just leave it in Post Echo, who cared, there was prey there all the time, he just had to rub it around to get that Regime scent and it would be good to go. He was feeling a bit cocky walking around the tunnels at night, he did it so often undetected it felt natural. Usually around HQ he needed to be careful, but since he wasn't headed that way he was being a bit bolder with the casual sound of his paw steps than usual.