Rolling her eyes, she'd smile at the cats. She could care less about their hostile energy and began to strut proudly, tail held high. Seeing a particular cat, she'd quote a Twoleg, "If you look you gotta buy, honey," and then a small hiss escaped her maw. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, her proud posture subsided and she began to skulk. Her ears were flattened atop her skull and a rather angry feeling grew deep within her soul. Anxiety replaced the that her eyes normally cradled.

The judgmental scrutiny of the crowd was starting to get to Hawksong. Multiple hisses and snarls made her fur stand on end and then came a yowl resembling a battlecry. "Leave me alone!" the Bengal would hiss and then proceed to travel alongside the black tom, trying to hide in his shadow.

The hostile energy was a parallel episode. She experienced this in her own clan, five moons ago. Hateful eyes everywhere. Though she would assume now one in ShadowClan hated her; they didn't know her. Hawksong knew they were wary and would not accept her, being a longer and all. Not only would she be able to show Deathshadow the other side of her; she'd show the entire clan.