Irisfrost
Irisfrost hadn't realised Fadingstar and Dusklion had left the group until they came back, the former telling them of a StarClan spirit that had led them to the perfect place for a camp. She hadn't seen him so excited for... a while. Not surprising, given the little amount of positive events that had happened to RiverClan recently.
But this was a positive event. A StarClan spirit had come down and aided them. Irisfrost wished she could have seen it with her own eyes, but Fadingstar wouldn't lie. It was enough to rekindle the faith that had been slowly dimming as they went through trial after trial with no help from above. This was proof, solid, firm proof, that their ancestors hadn't abandoned them. That they wanted to see them recover and thrive. Sure, the camp was currently occupied by dogs, but they would dispatch them soon enough. And then they would finally have a proper home again.
Her battle group was being led by Duskleaf. When they reached the camp, Irisfrost padded towards the cats she would be fighting with and prepared for battle. Duskleaf was going for the eyes, Silentstrike for the back, Rosehawk for the leg. She mulled over the possible places she could attack in her mind for a moment, but she knew as well as any warrior that there was little time for planning in a battle. So she went with the move that felt right, attempting to swipe her claws through the dog's flank. It would be a nice distraction while the others continued with their more damaging attacks.
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