Hawkstar was a shadow, less than a cloud passing over the moon as he flitted featherlight across enemy territory. It was the dead of night, the frozen ground prone to unforgivingly noises footsteps. But he required darkness. With his black pelt, it was his only ally when it came to being sneaky. And StarClan knew, if he was caught there would be blood. It was idiotic, suicidal even. But not exactly out of character. And he had a few lives to spare, after all.
Also on his side was the lack of patrols at this hour. Though it did not include night guards, he was not surprised to see the entrance well guarded. Though he was not so dense as to try and waltz through the front door. Instead he hugged the frigid earth with his slender body and slunk around the thorn-fence barrier until he knew that he was separated from Juncostar’s den by a few brambles. He used his mouth to make a small hole, snapping twigs and bending back sprouts. It did create some noise, though Juncostar was the only cat it was likely to disturb, barring any major issues. It wasn't long before he’d made an opening big enough to fit through. He was lucky to be as small and slight as he was, he thought while squeezing his way in. The den was nice and warm, and there was something inviting about the way Juncostar was sprawled across his nest like someone had just tossed him there haphazardly.
Reluctantly Hawkstar nudged him in the ribs with a paw, gently at first, then increasing with urgency when he failed to rouse.
“Juncostar? Psssst, hey, wake up.” He hissed.
Juncostar
shadowclan leader
(he/him)
It was a mess trying to organize this evacuation. Juncostar didn't think he'd be trying this again any time soon. Through all the commotion, even he didn't see Hawkstar leave, however, so he was sure it'd be enough to get the job done. He went through the motions, accounting for every-cat while he counted silently to give Hawkstar plenty of time to get away from the camp. With every warrior together at the moment, it wouldn't be pretty if they came face to face with the ThunderClan leader.
When he was satisfied that he'd given his friend the chance to escape, Juncostar led his Clan back into camp. He made a quick excuse to Mercuryrose before ducking back out of camp, taking off in the direction of the ThunderClan border. His legs were burning by the time he reached it, his breathing heavy. He slowed to a trot as he came to the tree he'd described, and he rounded it to find Hawkstar nestled among its roots. He returned the gesture as the other tom touched his nose, his tail waving behind him happily. "Oh, I totally did that on purpose," he joked in response to the comment on the drill.
Hope flashed in his eyes as the ThunderClanner suggested a next time, and he felt his heart skip a beat. A flustered smile grew on his lips, and he shuffled his forepaws over the dirt below him as he attempted to calm his nerves. Surely he was still just on edge from the escape, right? "I... would love to have a next time," he agreed quietly. Ears falling to his skull as he realized how pitiful he must've sounded just then, Juncostar cleared his throat, shaking his head as though to clear it. A goofy grin touched his lips, and he giggled softly. "I did have a lot of fun. I hope we can do it again soon; 'promise I'll work on the fire drill while I'm waiting." Turning a disappointed gaze toward ThunderClan's side of the border, the tom breathed a sigh. "Well... I guess you should be getting back, huh? Some-cat's probably noticed you're gone," he reasoned, stepping forward to nuzzle Hawkstar affectionately. "Come back any time you want, okay?"