rosewater sprinted to camp as she heard screeching, having been on a moonlit walk. her eyes widened, tail lashing from side to side. her own clanmates were fighting, clawing and tearing and biting. what had happened? why was the clan falling apart? without much thought, rosewater growled and leaped into battle, her ears flat against her head. she curled her lips and lashed out, catching an apprentice on the head.
she felt guilt rise as she fought against her clanmates, but did not allow it to show. all she allowed herself to do was to keep yowling and biting, ducking and rolling. protecting the most vital organs, as she had been taught to do. rosewater wasn’t the best at fighting- she preferred peace, as most did, but whenever her clan was under attack, she dropped all rules and made it her duty as a warrior to fight back.
even if that meant she had to kill her own clan members. her friends. her family.
once an opening was cleared, rosewater leaped away from the battle, rolling into the shadows and hiding for a moment. she closed her eyes and whispered to herself, conjuring the recent power she had discovered. the song of the river answered her, sending its soldiers to her. once plenty of water was collected along her felt, rosewater stood, slipping from the shadows and looking around.
as warriors and apprentices alike fought within the darkness, she rushed to the nursery, making sure all kits and queens were safe before rushing back out into the battlefield. with a screech, rosewater jumped into the air and sprayed water toward any attacker she could find, hoping to unbalance them long enough to strike, as her water could not be used for harm. only for distraction.
but she would use her power, use her strength, use her love for her clan to fight till the very end.
[open. i do not wish for her to be fatally injured or killed.]