[Undertaker]

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The Queen of Mean should probably be resting, but she couldn't pass up a hunting event at night. Dawnstar left her perch on the ledge outside her den and quickly joined the few cats already there. The leader sits off to the side, flicking her tail back and forth. She was still healing, so she'd have to be careful not to get any dirt or overstrain herself. The cuts on her flank, shoulder, and muzzle were taking some time to scar, much to her annoyance, and she wasn't interested in visiting her granddaughter for new herbs if she tore them open.

Her eyes flickered toward Flytail, glad to see he was putting in the work. She had hoped he had put thought into her words about standing beside Owlthroat instead of behind him. Hawkbite was right, he had the potential hidden under this humble, silent exterior. He should stop living in his brother's legacy and start working on making his own. Whether that was starting a family of his own or earning an elite rank, lurking in the shadows would get him nowhere.

The tore her amber gaze from Flytail and glanced around, wondering if any of her spawn would join the hunt. It would be nice to see how they were doing with hunting and stealth.