[North]

|Skyclan open|
Owlflame felt sick with guilt as she padded into the clearing, her expression harsh and cold; she needed to do this for her clan, what other choice did she have? She couldn't risk being known as some traitor, as a weakling who was not even willing to defend her clan. Her large silvery form appeared intimidating, but beneath the layers of thick off-white fur was a guilt-ridden, fearful she-cat. There was no point to all this fighting and the Maine coon was convinced nothing could be gained from it - there would only be loss. Her marigold eyes remained dull and empty, as she searched the hectic Riverclan clearing, looking for someone to target. It felt wrong, to search for a cat to fight, but she was acting on order's from her leader and she had to respect Grousestar's intuition. She made eye contact with what appeared to be a young Riverclan she-cat, likely an older apprentice. The sandy she-cat looked enraged, a venomous tint lying in her ocean gaze. She looked as though she wanted to fight Owlflame, despite the clear difference in size between them. But the sandy she-cat was ushered away by an older she-cat, the two of them disappearing in amongst the sea of pelt colors. Owlflame stood there cluelessly, lacking any certainty in herself or her clan. What they were doing was unjust and unfair; to punish an entire clan for the actions of their leaders? Where was the sense in that? Still, she remained standing there, her fur raised and her claws unsheathed as though she wanted a fight. But Owlflame questioned whether her fight was with Riverclan, or with Skyclan?