@~RooRoo~ @.Bread.

Still at a slight loss for what to do, Puddlepaw simply leaped, paws outstretched to land on the ShadowClan apprentice's back, trying to use his larger size as an advantage to potentially weigh the molly down. It wasn't the most graceful of moves as he sprang through the air, but he didn't quite know much else, so this was all he could really try.

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@Arie @Estelle
{Is there anything he could say that might anger Weasel enough for her to want to injure him badly? Trying to get him beat up real good for plot purposes}

Ribbitpaw, still trying to uphold his promise not to get involved in the fight, simply allowed himself to get pushed farther back. Holding back the urge to retaliate was tougher than he expected. Then again, he had hoped nobody would approach him in the first place. At the very least, when the warrior took a swipe at his paws, he reared back, dodging the blow, only to find himself cornered, back pressed firmly up against the camp walls. From here, he could see another Windclanner approaching, but that wasn't his concern right now. To fight back or not? Surely it would do the cult no good to lose a member in this battle... or worse... execution by Icestar for lack of participation. A last minute decision, he hastily extended a paw, claws unsheathed in an attempt to jab and graze the Windclanner's chest. "For your information, I'm no fleabrain, you imbecile." Not the best of insults, but his brain wasn't entirely focused either, still caught up in the dilemma of participation.