Doeflame
Doeflame's ears pricked at the leader's words.
A fight. Her tail started to twitch in excitement; it had been too long since she had been able to tear her claws through something. She loved the adrenaline, the danger that made her heartbeat quicken and her fur stand on edge. She didn't love the wounds that came from it, but that was a future her problem.
So Doeflame padded over to the crowd slowly gathering in front of Dawnstar. Ready to fight.