[FiveDollarMixtape]

Bearheart slipped into camp, soundlessly and as sneakily as she could, making her way to the fresh-kill pile and depositing the catches she'd made during her hunt. Once done, she darted away towards the edge of the clearing, setting herself along the edge of camp. She lied down, tucking her paws neatly under her chest, watching as the cats in front of her chatted. She paused for a moment as she spotted the kit who was apparently arguing with another warrior, but decided to ignore it - confrontation, she knew, wasn't something she dealt with well, and it seemed like the older she-cat could handle herself against the kit just fine. She turned her eyes away from the pair, curling her tail close to her side, her eyes flicking from group of cats to group of cats to make sure that no one could tell that she was looking at them and look her way.