[whatzername]

Originally Posted by Undertaker

Dawnstirpe did not look impressed at all. Who knew where the hairball had been? "If you can't answer a simple question, hairball, leave!" She spat ticked off. "I'm not wasting ShadowClan's time or energy raising idiots."


The ShadowClan leader had been dozing in front of her den, one bright amber eye opened, and then the other as paw steps approached. She stretched as she stood, digging her long curved claws into the ground before looking at the scrap brought in front of her. The intimidating she-cat barely gave the hairball a glance. The fur along her spine twitched as she faced the kit. "You're rather young to be traveling on your own, hairball. Why are you here?"


Dawnstripe didn't seem to care about pain as the claws scored across her left flank, it was a mesely blow and nothing to her. She twisted around to face the cat once more, lashing out with her claws aiming to slice the cat's muzzle.
[Please be careful with the powerplay.]


There was a strange cat snooping around her territory, far to old to not know what borders were. The dark brown molly prowled after the cat on silent paws, sliding into a nearby bush. Lowering herself into a near perfect hunting crouch, Dawnstripe leaped out of her hiding spotting and straight at the outsider, hoping to pin her on her back. She was going to give this cat a thrashing.

[Okay] Bracken got hit with the blow and snarled "You'll regret that!" [You can do any attack as long as it's not deadly. I don't want her to die or become crippled or anything.]