The Quen of Mean exited her den in a usual mellow manner. Dawnstar had a lot to think about, not that many of the clan had given her much to think about. Most of the ideas thrown at her weren't even worth speaking about let alone dwelling about, but Lynxshade's plan kept bouncing around her head. She didn't like raiding, but she supposed if only a set group was entering the camp it wasn't raiding, was it? It was a big plan and risky, but it might be better than having her clanmates run around getting themselves killed. Dawnstar wasn't even certain who she had lost due to not being able to get their bodies back. She had expected her classmates to be a little smarter when invading, in and out, silent and unseen like the shadows they were named after. Nope, expected way too much from her clan. However, if, and that was a big if, she settled on Lynxshade's idea she kinda needed her clanmates alive to pull it off. Hmm, how to do this? The colossal scarred she-cat jumped up onto the Shadowledge and took a seat, deep in thought for a long second. They also had to figure out what to do with the big cats. She was sure it was only a matter of time before they started messing with the clan. Dawnstar's amber orbs lost their distant gloss as her focus snapped back into place. "ShadowClan, gather below the Shadowledge for a Clan meeting." #shcmeeting
