[Dirtfur]

Originally Posted by wren

“Lookit what we have here” the night was dark and gloomy, no stars no moon seemed to make an appearance unless the wind happened to break away the clouds briefly. The scent was riverclan- strong riverclan and he’d watched as the tom slipped across the border as if it were nothing. Funny how he thought he could’ve done that. Coyotesnarl might not have been a Warrior any longer- however that didn’t give him any less reason not to confront the tom- though he felt an itch of excitement bubble up in his chest, if the tom was aggressive and struck first it would give him the chance to battle out his own anger. His ears pinned as the wind whipped past him as if StarClan itself heard his thoughts.. Unfortunate that nobody could hear him way out here. He hopped down into the small cove he’d dig himself into thrusting his face through the tangled branches- his appearance was frightening. Torn up muscle and flesh tissue pink and blistered with time- he would use it to his advantage. As long as he hits me first.. as long as he hits me first. “What are you doing here fish breath?”

(I-i- I said it was already over)