This was not good. At all. The dark-colored tomcats heart beat fast in his chest as he burst into the camp, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. His clanmates were fighting one another. This was not what was supposed to happen. They were a clan, not a group.
He had to stop this before it go too bloody. He had to be responsible, and help Passionstar break the fighting up. But cats were throwing themselves at one another faster than he could even try to break them up. A simple trip to the fireplace and this is what I come back to? He growled at his vain attempt to humor himself, green eyes grazing over the action in the clearing as he decided where he should fling himself first to break up the tension. This needs to stop.
[Open, no fatal injuries of course, but he can get beat up a bit. Do take into account his size and skill though]