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➳ Sunchaser

Peaking through the torn walls of camp, the golden tabby watched as most of the coyotes were left fled from camp hot on Cowtail's paws. It seemed rather safe enough, so he slipped back in hoping he was undetected. Weaving his way across the frost, he glanced around at the surviving warriors.

➳ Splitstorm

Watching the coyotes retreat, Splitstorm finally had a moment to let her muscles relax. Every part of her ached, her muscles screaming at her to lie down. But she couldn't yet. Glancing towards Fleetwind [ @gs29513 ], she was relieved to see her Clanmate safe and sound. She dipped her head towards him before turning around and limping towards the entrance. "Good riddance," she spat, glaring after the last coyote.

The russet furred molly turned and looked around at the destroyed camp. Lives had been lost today, and there were more injuries than she could count. Though the coyotes may have won, this was a dark day for ThunderClan.