[vellichor]

Heatherwhisker was more than ready to kick some fish butt. He didn't care if he wasn't "officially" on patrol or whatever, who was gonna stop him from sneakin' around? But by the Stars it was a looong trek. But so worth it once he saw the stupid fish-brains. The dark brown tabby's eyes lit up as his Clan attacked the stupid idiots, but he held himself back for just a moment. He didn't want FallowFartface to drag him away from the fun again. Oh... oh! The deputy of Unfun was occupied, now was his chance!

"YYEEEEAAAOOOOWW YOU KILLED OUR LEADER!!!" Was his super fierce and concise battle cry as he leapt at the first cat he saw. They seemed to be shooing babies away, so he wouldn't go for those. He wasn't, like, heartless. Not yet, at least. "DIE DIE DIE DIE DIEEEEE!!" He swung wildly, aiming for the cat's throat, stomach, back -- whatever vulnerable areas he could possibly reach. If Heatherwhisker knew what a tornado was, he would describe himself as the cat equivalent: a dangerous frenzy of claws and teeth. In reality, he was probably just punching air most of the time though.

// @sol. \\