[Socks]

// @Rockfall // Rootgaze

Her claws were already unsheathed when she entered the ThunderClan camp behind Kestrelstar. It wasn't like she was itching to spill blood or anything, but much like her leader she'd come with claws coated in deadly deathberry juice, a poison no cat wanted to be dealing with and she had the power to choose the cat that would suffer from it.

Rootgaze wouldn't have attacked first even if Kestrelstar hadn't warned the clan- she was wielding such a big responsibility she had to be sure whoever met her claws truly deserved it. The big she-cat giving orders seemed good enough but was she not worried that they'd invaded their camp? Were they really not even going to attempt to chase them out?

She wasn't given a moment more to think before another she-cat she hadn't been focusing on lunged at her. Was this cat the first to attack in the clan? With all the arguing she couldn't really notice but it caused a twinge of nervousness that she was part of the tussle that would officially start the attack. The tortoiseshell didn't even think about her poisoned claws when she slashed out towards her opponent with no real idea of what she was aiming for.