Wolfsong trotted along the scent line that marked the edge of Riverclan territory, where the clan had put down markers to separate itself from the outskirts. She turned to gaze over her shoulder at her sister, who had paused in the middle of their stroll.
"Moonfrost? Is everything okay?" She questioned as her dark furred sister's eyes went wide. Without so much as the flick of an ear to answer, she took off like a hare, sprinting ahead along the border. Wolfsong stood, bewildered, for a moment before taking off after her. Being the faster of the two, she caught up fairly quickly.
"Moonfrost! What's going on?!" She called, but Moonfrost only surged ahead, her fur bristling. Finally the silver furred she-cat heard what had gotten her sister worked up.
Someone's fighting! She skidded to a halt as Moonfrost launched herself across the line and into the battle taking place not far from the border. Scenting the air, she realized she smelled the familiar metallic scent of blood. Without a second thought, she crossed after her littermate.
Moonfrost leapt at the tom, aiming for his shoulder in an attempt to knock him off balance.
You would DARE attack a queen?! She thought as she spat at the tabby, letting loose a hoarse, almost ethereal growl. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a flash of silver as her sister joined the battle, running to the opposite side in an attempt to catch him off-guard.
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