Flowerkit sat in the shadows, her amber eyes gleaming. She often watched this camp, and she was never noticed. She took pride in this. Her stealth skills must be good. Flowerkit only made herself known to vulnerable felines who need help. And "help" is what they shall get from her. Her "help" is the exact opposite of the kind of help they need. Flowerkit blackmails her needy subjects, and she has fun doing it. Flowerkit flopped onto her stomach and watched the Clan cats bustle around her. Not one of them noticed her. Good she thought. I don't want to be noticed. Yet. She would only make herself known to someone.. special.