Redtail Rise In the Faces of Cats

It was a clear, cold night. Masquerade had spent the better part of the afternoon catching up on sleep after nightmares kept her up the previous night. Now she trotted along the borders, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. She wondered if anyone else was awake at this hour. And would any of them want to hunt with her?

She thought of New Snow and decided to send up a low howl for @Moon Runner and @Saturdays Sunrise. Perhaps the three of them could catch something to leave at her doorstep, so she could wake up to breakfast. Masque halted, ears quivering as she listened for an answer.