[RedHead]

Originally Posted by Moonraven

Dawnstripe gave a furious hiss as her jaws miss their target. This cat was really getting on her nerves, it was tough but she somehow managed to push aside her growing battle rage and tried to figure out what it was the smaller cat was planning. The dark warrior wasn't in the mood to just aimlessly amble around and chase after the molly. It took too much time and energy. So long as the blow wasn't fatal she didn't mind biding her time and striking when she was sure to land a blow. Standing here and waiting wouldn't get her far though, so when the older she-cat closed in to nip at her foreleg. Dawnstripe took the nip without flinch with a raised huge paw, long claws flashing, as she tried to swat the ThunderClan warrior over the head.

Cherrybubble got the nip in successfully, and was about to leap around the she-cat again when she was swatted right out of the way. Claws scratched her side and she was thrown to the ground, letting out an "oof" as she did so. She got up to attack once more, she was going to be relentless until this she-cat was gone. But then her ears flicked as she heard Icestar call the Shadowclanners off, and she narrowed her eyes at the she-cat. "Get outta here you Shadowclan bee-brain. You've all done enough damage to heal your broken pride. Go home." She remained poised and at the ready if the she-cat wanted to lash out a paw at her again or anything. Cherrybubble wasn't going to put her guard down until every last twinge of Shadowclan scent was gone.

Originally Posted by Moon Lily

Berrybounce felt her eyes widen in surprise at the small fluffball's fury, eyebrows curving in confuddlement. Jolting backwards at her run, her confusion hardened into anger. I'm hungry, and my leader's a psychopath! I'm just following orders, dum-dum! Hissing back, she swirled around as she exited from her offence. Flinching at the new scratch, she tried to slam her claws down on the molly's tail. If she succeeded, she would bite down on it and swing the small cat into the ground. If that worked, she'd pin her down. Fluffing out her long fur, she tried to make herself look bigger, spitting in anger at the little Thunderclanner. She'd promised not to kill, so she wouldn't. It's not like she would anyway. But she'd get out alive. She promised herself that. She didn't want to be mean, but when you'd watched your leader single handedly execute a traitor in front of your eyes, you'd have to be.
Come on, kitty cat!

Moonbird was fast and quick and light on her paws, but her long tail definitely proved to be a damper when it came to fights. She was yanked backwards by her tail, being pinned down by the much larger Shadowclan warrior. She let out a hiss and turned around, keeping her belly to the ground but reaching outwards with a paw to swipe towards the molly's face. Though as Icestar called for the Shadowclan warriors to fall back, Moonbird instantly kicked out her legs, aiming to just simply dislodge herself from the Shadowclanner. If she kicked the molly in the face as she was escaping, better for her. She wasn't going to waste her breath trying to talk to the she-cat though, there was nothing that she had to say that her glare couldn't say for her.

Originally Posted by Shimm

A victorious grin flashed upon his face as his ginger features as his claws met the exposed stomach. His claws were coated with crimson. For a heartbeat, he felt as if he won the battle until Finstspirit kicked him away. The kick knocked the tom's breath out of his lungs. As he was trying to regain his breath the Thunderclanner pulled a move he wasn't expecting.
The ginger tom yowled in surprised and pain as thorns clamped down on his back leg. He felt the blood to gush from the new wound. Whirling half of his upper body and in fury to finish this fight the Shadowclanner swiped at the deputies face. Hoping to have him release his grip on his leg.
Foxwhisperer wanted to do more damage at the Thunderclan tom but hearing that his clan was done showing these weaklings their lesson he knew that he had to go. Reluctantly the fox rose his head up in pride with his eyes lit in fury and bloodthirsty. "You tree-huggers better have learned your lesson." He spat at Flintspirit.

@RedHead

Flintspirit thanked the stars that he was able to avoid the angry swipe towards his face, releasing the tomcat's leg just in time to pull away. He usually didn't play the quick jab and dodge game, but when someone looks like they're out to kill you, well, Flintspirit wasn't going to take any chances. He had to be more careful now, he didn't have nine lives to spare any longer.
Though Flintspirit looked up in question as Icestar called her clan off, and they quickly began dispersing from the camp. That fight had been quick. The deputy's face drew on a perplexed look as thoughts began running through his mind, though he kept his gaze on the Shadowclan tom in front of him. There was no knowing if he would continue attacking or not. "Believe me.I have learned my lesson." Flintspirit meowed back, his voice not angry, but full of truth and some sorrow.

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He understood now. Icestar had just come to make a statement. Because of Duskstar's stupid actions. He'd figured it out beforehand, but that was confirmed now. Icestar's pride was wounded, and Flintspirit knew that she was a cat that would go great measures to heal it. Of course, Duskstar never asked me about doing any of what she did. I could've warned her about what I've learned about Icestar, we could've prevented this useless injury and death! Sweetsong was dead, as far as he had heard from the whispers going about.
But this, all this? It was the last straw. Flintspirit's decision was made. He was going to wait until after he helped Thunderclan get back on their paws and clean up from this mess, but once that was accomplished, Flintspirit knew he could no longer remain within his role. If Duskstar wasn't going to ever listen to him anyways, then she could continue making stupid decisions, on her own. Flintspirit knew enough of the clan didn't seem to care much at all about how irrational she was being, so maybe he should stop as well. Stop wasting his energy. Eyes narrowing, the tomcat turned to look around for anyone who needed any help. He would focus his efforts on helping for now. That always helped to calm him.

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