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➳Splitstorm

Howls ripped through the curtain of her slumber as Splitstorm's eyes shot open, her fur standing on end. There wasn't much time to really do anything, much less process the howling sounds, before the molly was up on her paws and scrambling out of the warriors den.

Oh no...

Terror froze her paws to the ground as she watched the hungry pack of coyotes stampede into the ThunderClan camp, no remorse for the crushed barriers underpaw. Letting out a yowl, she instantly leapt towards one of the mangy beasts that was headed towards the nursery. "Not on my watch!" she hissed, feeling her claws connect with the large dogs back and sink into fur and muscle. The coyote let out a yelp of his own, whipping it's head around to snap at her. The russet-furred molly pulled her head back sharply just out of reach of the snapping jaws.

What in the stars was happening to them??

➳ Applepaw

Having not been out of camp yet, Applepaw was resting soundlessly in the apprentices den, her muscles not yet fatigued from warrior training. Her dreams were peaceful and filled with endless running the length of ThunderClan territory and-

Waking with a start, the young apprentice swiveled her head around at the sound of undergrowth being trampled. What was going on? "Is ShadowClan attacking?" she mumbled, still half-asleep. She was met with a bone-chilling howl and the next second was on her paws. What was that?

The tortie scrambled out from the apprentices den, only to stop at the sight before her. Huge, hulking coyotes tore into camp, spit hanging sloppily from their glinting fangs. Hunger had just about ravaged them as much as it had ThunderClan, and she knew they wouldn't stop with a feast this close.

Applepaw narrowed her eyes and started to charge towards one of the coyotes, disregarding her lack of, well, any experience. "Who said you could mess with ThunderClan?" she yowled as she neared her target.

[open for someone to intercept her and tell her she's an idiot with no training pfft]