[carmen]

foxflurry

Her paw slipped around his, and he fell. Skidding to a stop, she made to jump onto his exposed belly only to find that he had stood up once again and she tumbled to the side. The rage that seemed to be seeping from his body meant nothing to her. There was no one in ShadowClan worth avenging, they were all murderers and torturers and a cult following a leader due to fear instead of loyalty. Not that ThunderClan was very different anymore. Fear seemed to be a stronger motivator than loyalty ever had been.

They stood there for a moment, green eyes glaring at blue. A reflection of hatred. She recognized this cat, barely, but something about the black tabby sparked her memory. Things she wanted to forget, memories she had erased, this cat barely a few feet away. He had fought Thrushstar, hadn't he? Fought Thrushstar as she went up against Thornclaw and Shadowfur. Thornclaw, a fool, and Shadowfur, a murderer. Neither of them deserved to walk out of that battle, and only one of them had, so she supposed they had paid their dues. But this one had left, and it seemed as if this one remembered her as well.

Why did he act like he cared? Thornclaw didn't deserve pity. And if Darkfall was going to have his revenge, she'd have heard. Revenge for what they'd done to Pebblepaw, made her sister terrified of leaving camp, made her blame herself for the deaths of clanmates, the way that ShadowClan punished those who crossed their borders by leaving a mark of death, but then proceeded to do the same themself. A clan of hypocrites. Everyone knew it. Why did they care so much about borders. A six moon old wasn't good to kill a warrior. A six moon old should've been escorted back to the border and instead they'd starter a war.

This wasn't separate, rather nothing but a second part of what had happened four moons ago. A continuation to make them pay for the five clanmates who hadn't came home. "Yeah." Her eyes didn't move from his face, watching as he seethed, watching as spite flew from his lips. Disappoint? She'd try her best. Her attacks came from fury and surprise, and she only had one of those at the moment. Defense was what was forced upon her instead.

She ducked, preparing to try for the same technique as before, only to have a paw slam down on her shoulder, cutting through fur and skin. She hissed as she drew back, blinking back the pain before leaping again, jumping towards his head, claws outstretched. Should she miss, she'd roll on the ground. It'd hurt her shoulder but she didn't like the directions they were facing.

yep! sorry this took so long //

@Darkclaws