Redmire was quick to follow her Clanmates out. Dusklion was a cat who got things done and she really liked that about her - a role model actually fit to looking up to was rare these days, especially around these parts.
At the Lionheart's orders, Redmire split off from the others, searching for anything that seemed even slightly off. Scattered debris, unfamiliar scent, odd pawprints that crossed back and forth. She bent down to sniff at broken sticks. Then something cracked, and as soon as her head shot up, she was bowled over by a white wall of fur.
Redmire spat a vile curse and threw her hind legs up, seeking out the rogue's vulnerable underbelly and scoring her claws across the soft flesh as their own set dug painfully into her shoulders and chest.
"Someone get over here and help me out!" she shouted.
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