Blade was just lounging in the clearing, enjoying the chilled air. Her upper body was lifted off the ground as she leaned to her right side, while her lower body was laid, sprawled on the ground. Blade's pelt was stained alabaster at her chest, chin, and her paws, plus a little blaze on her muzzle up to between her eyes. Her tail was laid out behind her, the tip twitching with her thoughts. Her head, which was lifted to the sky, allowed her amber hues to search the clouds and blue sky above. Her thoughts were all about, however, her posture was very calm, almost elegant. If only that described her personality.

Even though Blade appeared to be minding her own business, she was casually listening to others conversations. She'd pick up on little details, perhaps get to know a few habits or personalities before she ever encountered the actual feline. She didn't know when or even if she'd even encounter them, but she never drew close to anyone simply for the fact that she obeyed orders from cats she respected. Orders that revolve around murder and hiding the body, or murders and keeping evidence to a minimum. She was special in that way and for evil cats in the clan, like Thrushflight, she was a valuable cat to have around. Blade knew this too, it's what makes her so confident in herself and willing to go out and do what she does. It's dangerous and being caught talking to a clan cat by Halite would more than likely get her exiled. However, she assumed that her mother, Boreas, knew what she gets herself into.

@fenic!