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Originally Posted by Ripple
Though Splashdrift was no young cat she still had to fight do her clan her tail was up in the air waving back and fourth her orange eyes had a almost piercing look to them and she was staring Streight at Windygale. Would it make her hated in ShadowClan for attacking the deputy? Yes. But it would make her loved in RiverClan she unleashed her claws which had most definitely seen a few battles in her long lifetime.
She paced around the deputy ”How dare you attack us in our own camp” Her voice was somewhere in between a snarl and a hiss which was rare from this sweet cat. Her gray fur was fluffed out and bristling her teeth bared and her long claws out this was a cat ready for battle.
Then with little warning she lunges at him claws first, trying to jump on his shoulders
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A she-cat quickly approached him, hissing at him. He simply stood, a conflicted look on his face for the slightest of moments. He blinked once, twice, then focused his amber hues on the incoming cat. He didn’t flinch at her insults, but inside he wanted to run. Fighting was wrong, he couldn’t do this. But he stood, frozen, as if his paws were rooted to the ground.
Finally, the fluffy tom hissed back, “You try leading a Clan, huh!” He half yowled, half spat back, realizing all of the stress this had put on him. He looked at the gray cat with wide amber eyes before she lunged. Windygale crouched defensively, dodging the attack. Well, so he thought. The cat’s claws snagged his shoulder, causing him to screech in pain. Still, he refused to fight back.