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Originally Posted by starfall

The tom had turned and was making his way back to the den, trusting his warriors to escort the former Riverclan member off the territory, sadly the squeal of a kit made him turn on his heels. As soon as he did, the whole scene unfolded before him, he wasn't fast enough to stop Lobsterbreath from injuring the kit, he was hoping that he was fast enough to stop the tom from killing her though. Fallenstream let out a snarl and lunged, his claws unseathed, fangs barred, he wasn't holding back. He barreled into the smaller tom and bit his front left leg, digging his fangs as deeply as he could into the flesh. He yanked away and stood in front of the kit, his lapis hues now frosty blue with threat and anger, his fangs tinted red, and his irises now just slits, he was angry, he was beyond angry. " I'm giving you two seconds to turn tail and run like the coward you are. Attacking a kit because you know that you could never take down a warrior in your pitiful state. leave." he snapped, his words dripping with hatred, his eyes never wavered as he stared the brown tom down, keeping himself ready incase Lobsterbreath decided to try his luck.

Originally Posted by Okapi

@starfall
"Well...killing a Riverclanner wont work the only Shadowclanner here is you. Outcast." He growled softly applying a bit more pressure. He heard Fallenstream from behind and turned around,” ‘Lil Fallenstream...I do believe your orders don’t affect me anymore now that you banished me. And if I were a clan leader without my nine lives, I wouldn’t attack a cat, after all...” he purred,” I took a life from Snowstar...think how easily I could take your life and leave Riverclan without a leader or deputy. Now, you wouldn’t want to leave Riverclan without an authority figure better than that kit of a medicine cat, Juniperpaw.” He scowled. I never killed you because I respect you. I could never take your life. A kit’s life is easy, and symbolic.

Hope flickered in Plumkit's belly as her leader barraged Lobsterbreath with attacks meant to severely injure. Plumkit's breath hitched as the claws were yanked away. Ouch. It did hurt, but at least she was free. Plumkit tried to move, but pain made her stay put. Plumkit's blue eyes flicked to her wounds. There were eight spots with deep punctures. The claws had not scratched her, but pierced her. A slow death, it could have been, and probably will be, but at least Fallenstream was here. Fallenstream.. he'll be Fallenstar soon, won't he? Plumkit looked blearily up at Lobsterbreath. The fire in his eyes was astonishing. He was determined to kill her. But why? He's going to be exiled! Plumkit focused ahead of her. The river was flowing slowly. A small fish surfaced with a leap, but quickly fell back in. Plumkit frowned, and looked past that. In the distance were pine trees. That was where her family lived. What were they thinking now? Were they happy? Were they sad? Was everything good? I'm a little tired.. maybe I'll dream about them, she thought to herself. All of her senses faded as she focused on one thing: sleep. Plumkit slowly shut her eyes, and smiled softly. More than anything, she wanted to see her family and sleep. Something nagged at the back of her mind. Don't sleep yet, it said. Stay awake for a moment longer. Plumkit didn't want to listen, but something made her open her eyes again. The pain returned, the tension returned, and the world around her refocused. "Fine," she mumbled to herself, almost inaudibly. "I'll stay awake."