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Originally Posted by Spiral Whirl

Wolfpaw could hear the calls of the she-cat. He knew it would be so, so easy to just.. just to run. It was simple. These cats died and no one knew that he didn't help them. However he couldn't be like the monster, he couldn't be what they thought he was. What he thought of himself. Wolfpaw attacks were always unplanned, he rarely had a plan. Just like he had right now. He coughed, however he heard a yowl of pain. In a mere moment, he brush past Pacific. His paws were be badly burn, he look at Pacific through the fire. "H...help y-you mousebr-rain!" His voice came out way shaky and unstable than he wish. He didn't even wait for her to do anything, he twisted around. Wolfpaw was trained to fight dirty. The brusies he got from training proved that. With a yowl of trumpet, he ran at Sano.

Originally Posted by Mystical

Iriss peered over the tree, when she heard her name called. She clumsily jumped from the tree, hitting the ground with a loud thud drowned only by the fighting cats around her. She followed the sound of her mate's voice, her heart beating in her chest and part of her telling herself to run, to save the kits she would have. But she kept running. Hades would not die. When she finally got a glimpse of him through the panicking cats she hesitated. The cat he was fighting was crazy, surely not sane enough to spare a pregnant molly, whimpering she lowered herself into the scorched grass whimpering, she would only help him if she had to, despite the fact part of her knew she was making a bad choice.

Quinoa knew he wasn’t coming back. She had to go in. She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. Her paw was gushing out blood, and she dove into the flames. She screamed, then ran back out. Whatever was happening, she didn’t need to do anything with it. But Hades,... he mind said sadly. If he died, she would have no where to go. Just attacking random cats, living on the run, that wasn’t the life she wanted! But her mind had already decided for her. She would have to accept that life. She turned and ran, her paw screeching in agony. The cool grass away from the fire soothed her burning pads, and her fur smelled burnt among the tall oaks as she fled into the woods. If Hades came out alive, she would come back to him. All he had asked of her was to get away and save herself and any others that she could. If that tom hadn’t been so stubborn, she could have saved him! Quinoa! That is no way to think while your mate... his home... everyone is dying! Her rouge instincts already kicked in. Find shelter, find food, find water, stay hidden and safe, and if she could... go back. Quinoa pounded through the woods until she stopped, trapped in a bramble patch. She tore at the Thorns, hissing. The fire was still roaring in the distance.