[Arie]

Snailriver felt torn as he watched the leader rush off. At one side he was worried if there wouldn't be anyone left back at the camp and protecting the vulnerable queens and elders. The untrained apprentices would not do much good if a large predator managed to break through to camp. Yet he could not let his leader just rush off towards the coyotes alone. So with a heavy sigh he stood up on his paws and began trudging towards where the Windclan camp was located, breaking into a run and then into a full out pelt as he tried to keep up with the others that had not had to deal with his mental dilemma. As he rounded the hills he watched the coyotes and the other cats already engaged and crouched before approaching it. His white fur would stick out anyway against the moor and he knew he himself was literally a walking target board. But he did attack the nearest coyote, his claws unsheathed as he began flaying into the one he'd managed to grab. He knew that if he somehow managed to get himself or another cat up on its back and to it's spine it would die or at least be wounded enough to flee. So he kept fighting, hoping someone would come help him out.
{Open for anyone who wants to help Snail}