The apprentice darted out of the apprentice den, his eyes darted around quickly. What was going on? It took him a minute to realize the scent of Shadowclan and Windclan. Snowpaw confused expression fell into a frown. This wasn't the plan, they shouldn't be doing this. They were outnumbered. He unsheathed his claws, a hiss rumbling in his throat. He wasn't the violent type but how could they get away with this? His ears flattened, his fur was rising. Snowpaw was planning his stagey while keeping his eyes peeled for someone attacking him. The white furred tom was easy to spot in the battle, while the somewhat snow kind of made him blend in. "Mouse-brains, sorry excuse for a clan cat!" He spat
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Wolfpaw expression didn't waver when he saw they were under attack, more or likely he was angry. Yet didn't show it. He unsheathed his claws, ready to attack without hesitation. His golden eyes gleamed bright. Even if he didn't exactly like his thoughts, the urge to sink his claws in their pelts, he didn't mind fighting to save his clan. After all it was the right thing to do. Right? The Thunderclan cat surge into the battle, searching for a clannmate in the need of help or just someone.
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