Ever since she arrived in NightClan there had been a spider on the wall, watching her with more ugly eyes than a cat should have. Spiderfang was a burden, he followed her, waiting for her to slip up and step out of line. Not that he was wrong by any means, she had been hired by Flamingstar to be her personal assistant. Meant to seek out those who were disloyal, report, and then brainwash them into subservience to Flamingstar. That and keep tabs on other clans politics. This full time job meant talking to others and leaving the clan to learn about gossip, but with Spiderfang on her back it made her job difficult. Every other cat in this clan was too naive to care that she never regularly hunted or patrolled like the rest of them, however Spiderfang seemed hell bent on showing everyone who she truly was, which could not happen.

Tigerlily's voluptuous butterfly blue eyes batted at him like wings of a hummingbird. She spotted him like a hawk zeroing in on a mouse, her eye contact had been sudden, stunning, but above all else frightening. She looked up with a kind of certainty no mortal should have and carried with her an arrogance that felt pleasant and deserved, a step below confident and a step above egotistic. Her paw rose up and unsheathed as she wagged a crystal clear claw in his view, beckoning him to approach her.