The ominous scratching of nails rang through the forest. The songbirds did not trill a single happy note, instead drawing back and looking on with fear, and the deer fled from her presence as she crept noiselessly through the foliage, the only evidence of her presence being the clicking of talons on the hard, dusty earth, and her blood red eyes boucing atop a shadow-shrouded silhouette of black. Her wickedly-decurved ebony claws hit a rock with a clink as she looked into Bloodclan, a filthy smirk lighting up her dark eyes as she watched with great pleasure.
"Ohhh Scar, I really do like what you've done with the place." Her voice was poison-laced and sickeningly sweet, followed by a stifled cackle.