[North]

|Thunderclan, open!|
Lilyrain tried her best to remain out of sight, praying the thick foliage was enough to hide her milky fur; it had worked thus far, but if someone were to pay attention to this section of bush her pale form would become obvious. Icy eyes scanned the hectic clearing, watching as the fighting unfolded right before her very eyes, a distressed feeling encasing her chest and making it hard to breathe. This was levels of wrong Lilyrain thought impossible to achieve and the young she-cat felt sick watching it. She wanted to do something, to fight for what's right. But there was no 'right' here, only wrong. She would not be made to fight for that. She'd be dead before she allowed herself to support a cause as vile as this. Skyclan, Windclan, and Shadowclan were disgusting and Lilyrain couldn't help but let out a low growl at the cruel nature of their actions. Forcing Riverclan out? For what?! The actions of their leader had been questionable, yes, but so had all of the leader's. All fighting had done is bring them all down to a sickeningly low level. All of them were pathetic. Still, Lilyrain was not stupid. She knew she was unlikely to escape this without having to defend herself - the prospect causing fear to rise up within her. She was able-bodied, but she wasn't invincible. She feared the outcome of this battle, but more than ever she feared the future battles that were sure to rise up because of it. This truly was war. The milky she-cat remained in her 'hiding' spot, icy eyes watching with immense caution and concern as she prayed to Starclan for this to all be over soon.