[Mercury]

- Pearface -

@OhZeeWolf

The aging ginger she-cat poked her head out of the warriors' den as soon as she scented the opposing warriors. What in StarClan's name was RiverClan doing in her camp? Her wide-eyed gaze traversed the opposing Clan's fighting force. Definitely a formidable one, especially with the hunting patrols out. And for the fish-cats to be here, trespassing? This was utterly ridiculous. Kestrelstar had no right to be in their territory, and to bring his warriors with him was a declaration of war. But- Whitewolf had instructed everyone not to fight. Why did she have to keep the peace all the time? Things were bad, and ThunderClan's burial grounds had been captured. What the hell was she thinking?

Padding out toward the nursery to join the older she-cat, gaze flicking from cat to cat warily, Pearface's hackles rose. There was no way RiverClan was leaving without a fight, and orders be damned, if an enemy placed so much as one toe within the walls of the nursery, it would be over her dead body. Leaning toward Whitewolf, gaze never leaving the intruding Clan, the feisty tabby murmured, "I hope you know what you're doing..." If she didn't, ThunderClan was doomed.