[dino.]

Originally Posted by poppy.

[ @Papaya [she won't die, but Ig he can do as much damage as he can, because I want her to suffer :O ] ]

Bloodthirsty numbskulls, couldn't think before leaping into fight. Aspenstrike was quite unsurprised about half her Clanmates wimping out and deciding not to fight, but some surprised her, like Thistlethorn. He must be tired, she guessed, and his brain wasn't working very well. Or not, she didn't know him too good, and a lot of these cats seemed to be two-faced. As the battle unfolded in front of her eyes, the horror set in. Quickening her trot into a run, she launched herself forward, teeth bared.

How dare they show their moronic faces here at all, the plain nerve. It was all she could do not to go crazy, but then Kestrelstar revealed the murder of Eveningstar.

NO.

Her idol, her leader, her role-model. Gone, gone, gone. At the claws of that horrible creature.

Her insides felt like they were wrenching to pieces inside of her, and she was falling into a void of darkness, suffocating darkness, there was no way out, and she let out a blood-curdling screech. Why was her Clanmates not reacting to this? Did they not care, or believe it was a bluff?

Ugh, emotions sucked.

First things first, she had to block this out, let it fester. Not wise, but also grieving piteously during a battle in her home. So she took a deep breath, and locked the sadness and anger away. Now was not the time, she had to protect her Clan.

Now ready to defend ThunderClan [it shouldn't have taken that long, stupid feelings] she looked around, but before she could move, teeth sank into her shoulder, and she bit back a shocked and pained yowl, turning vainly to try and see who it was.

Goosefury? Didn't know him well, only knew that he was a certified pain in the ass, from her spectations during the Gatherings. Not her favorite, but if she was being honest, she really hated every other Clan right now.

Why was she thinking so much?!

Being yanked to the ground, she twisted around and slashed her claws at his face in attempt to make him let go. Then she pulled herself forward, feeling her fur rip in his mouth and flesh tear, painful, but worth it if she got away.

>Goosefury<

Twisted satisfaction flooded him like a river as blood, ThunderClan blood, gushed into his jaws at last. Ah, finally, he'd been waiting for this moment for moons. He spat out the fur he'd ripped away as well, scarlet trickling down his chin, eye flashing with sick anticipation as he raised a paw, ready to score his claws over her throat and leave her to bleed out in the middle of her own camp - but she got to him first.

Her own claws tore open old scars beneath his empty eye socket and he snarled and leaped back, his own blood beginning to drip down his cheek. A short, harsh, dry laugh escaped him. "At least some of you have the guts to actually fight back," he jeered, before he lashed out with his claws this time, one forepaw flashing its poisoned points as he aimed for her other shoulder. Wound, incapacitate, kill - the pieces were falling into place.