The hell was this? Sam had been sitting outside the graveyard, a cigarette lit and burning inbetween her lips, unamused eyes tracing the others sitting near her. The doe-cat's head was slightly tilted, trying to observe the other- what, animals? people?- trying to get a read on almost all of them. So, when the tabby atop the wall began to speak, her emerald greens slowly turned towards him, her head turning towards him. She dropped the cig on the ground, stamping it out as he began to speak. Her ears flattened as he spoke.

This was it? Still, raids, and those masks.. Sam didn't think masks were cool. Not at all. Nope. Her eyes narrowed the tiniest bit as she stared at them before she sighed heavily, standing up. Her doetail lashed, the lighter underside flaring before she stepped forward, quietly picking up the cloth and sitting on her hind legs. She raised the cloth up, tying it to her right antler's base, right where she could feel the tails of it against her ear.

She looked at the others, and wordlessly, her form disappeared into the cemetery.

Did she know where she was going? Nope. Definitely not. Her paws gently hit the ground, her eyes flicking around, watching on both her left and right. She slipped behind a gravestone, which hit its corner onto another, leaning gravestone. She rested for a moment, her ears perked as she lowered her head, waiting for just a second. She shouldn't stay still too long. She remembered something like this with Tyler- and her heart twisted.
"SPEECH"

Ah, she remembered her first mask vigil. While ago, wasn't it? She came very close to losing too. A wave of something bittersweet rushed through her veins, hurting her chest a bit. She was side by side with Stocking then, now she was on her own, and the one yanking cloths off the new kids. How times changed.

Arrow remained quiet through Crow's introduction, tongue running over her teeth. Maybe she was being a bitch, a likely answer, but she had no intention of letting anyone sit through the night at ease. And like that, moments after Crow disappeared, she vanished in another direction, setting up the game plan in her head.

whispers and subtle hints were more of mikolaj's method of getting things done than using meetings or outbursts to spread news. the shepherd was silent when they began to approach the cemetery once midday had started to come to an end. nighttime was much more... comfortable, during this time of the year. the sun hurt his eyes and made his senses feel clogged; feeling much too vulnerable.

nighttime was where he benefitted most. with the details given, it sounded like the shepherd would have to be very adamant on keeping something safe. though he wasn't sure what that exact 'thing' was until showing up. their eyes followed from the cloths to the masks, deciding it might as well be something to pass time.

they took a white cloth and secured it around the ankle of their front leg, tightening it almost to the point of cutting off the blood flow. with not so much as a glance to the others that had gathered, they dipped into the dark and proceeded to navigate their way around the headstones and tombs.

"SPEECH"

She knew it was coming. She knew tactics of enemies, even if she couldn't remember them, nor their instincts. She could remember gunfire, raining over her head as she tried to get inside for the bike. What bike? She shook her head, and was slightly offcaught when the pebbles and shale slapped against the ground. Her eyes narrowed, remaining crouched and tail low. Sure, it shook her a little, but pebbles and noise didn't scare her straight. It was just an intimidating tactic, after all.

She opened her muzzle, but considered it was a bad idea. She steadied her breathing, smirking to herself. Nice try, Crow, but you would have to try harder to scare this teenager.

"SPEECH"