The trek to Lionsrange wasn't nearly as long as it needed to be, seeing as the camp itself was pretty much right on the edge. That didn't mean Redmire liked going out here anymore often than she needed to be. It was barren, empty, essentially worthless, and she would never understand why they held onto it. Nothing useful here, just dirt and rocks.
And, apparently, rogues.
She barely caught Dusklion's shout before claws descended on her back. With a furious yowl, Redmire threw her weight sideways, crushing whoever had jumped onto her, and flipped so she could sink her teeth into their shoulder. Crimson swarmed the edges of her vision. These cats were a threat to her, a threat to RiverClan, and they would be dealt with the only way she knew how.
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