[tye]

Lionstar, have you lost your mind?
Is what he's been thinking the whole time as they ran up into Windclan territory. Impossible. It's impossible to win a fight against coyotes! Badgers, foxes, stoats, cats, but wild dog pack? Ha... well, it's not like he has a choice. There's no way he can stand idle as the yellow tom charged forward into a blood frenzy battle. Breathing heavy, eyes ticking at every cat followed by the rhythm of their paw stomps, they picked up the pace until his clanmates started gliding through the tall grass. An explosion of yowls and snarls muddled together, felines split apart to face their opponent and that's when he'd clear view of the blood trenched moor.

Greenfur cussed out loud thinking what he'd got himself into. Whipping back and forth catching glimpses of everyone's own battle against death- he heard blood-curdling screech close by. From the sound, a cat must be either dead or badly injured. To the rescue rushing right between what seems to be Emberfang and a badly injured coyote, he jumped right in front blocking him away from the crazy beast. "I got you covered," he growled, focusing on the coyote. In a frozen second between a standoff, black and green glaring eyes clashed and it struck first, lashing its narrow snout at his neck. The warrior quickly stumbled back and before the coyote can rear back himself, he lashed his paw right onto its muzzle. Unsheathed claws pressured down against the coyote's disgusting maw, he really wanted it to feel what's it like to mess with Riverclan. "Take that, filth!" snarling wildly, claws penetrated deep ripping flesh and for the coyote to pull back only drag his claw deeper in before letting go. Screaming in pain, belting out a chilling howl the white warrior stood his ground, back arched high and bristled out to make himself twice as large. He matched the dog's yowl with his roaring mixture of yowls and snarls until it finally whimpered in defeat. The ugly ran off with its tail between its leg disappearing behind the shrubs.

"Emberfang," he dashed over to check on him. Greenfur called out his name a few times but it was useless, the warrior's knocked out cold. Looking right and left to see any other coyotes coming, he grabbed his scruff, pulling the cat away from danger into the tall grass.
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