All she could see was that leg. Caera's leg. And then, following the image of that severed leg, was red. Blood red. Crimson red. They're dead
.Littlestar was breathing abnormally softly despite the rage in her heart. She was close to losing it, to blowing up. She hadn't done it in ages, she realized. Blown up. Let herself go. It wasn't exactly something she could control but she knew what it meant; Littlestar hadn't felt significantly mad. Not until now. And it was very odd considering the fact someone blew up her clans thorn wall two weeks ago. She had felt angry, of course she had, but for once her worry and concern for her clanmates had overpowered the rage and the tabby had been able to remain calm. It had been good. And now she was back to the fire, back to the flames. The Monarch was absolutely livid. She was ready to tear into the Exiles skin and bone with her own damn claws. She had said in the meeting that a raid on the Exiles would be held and she was keeping her word. The tabby stood in the center of the camp, visible to all. She allowed her rage to be seen. It blazed in her dark golden eyes. Wisps of smoke left her curled muzzle and she lifted her chin, face shadowed. "HAWKCLAN! Today's the day we attack the Exiles camp. Arm yourselves and bring the fight to them. No mercy. No mercy for the ones who kill and rape as if they're happy to do it.. br.. brought pleasure by it, those disgusting motherfuckers," her snarl was heard by all in the general vicinity. She held her little black dagger in one paw and seemed prepared to wield it. Littlestar had trained since she'd been a little kitten under experienced paws such as Darkknight, former Warcheif of Hawkclan and Faustus, former King of Hell. Now she was here. She was a fighter. She could fight as well as any other creature even with only three legs. Maybe even better. And besides, it had been a while since the tabby had been able to flex her battle skills. And she was more then eager to do it to the flea bitten rumps of the Exiles.
"We're going to them now. Stay quiet when you arrive and as soon as they realize they're being attacked; give it your all." No real tactics here. Littlestar was taking a free-folk approach to this, to sneak in stealthy and then stab them in the back as soon as they began to notice the actual raid. And she was fine with that. The tabby felt more rage, thinking of the leg, the leg, and oh god. She felt flames, hot and fast, creeping up her throat and her insides were shriveling and she knew this feeling. "BACK AWAY!" The little cat ordered viciously to those who approached her out of mere concern. She didn't want them to be burnt. She wanted to direct the heat at Exilers only. And Hawkclanners moved away, quickly, once they saw the tell tale glow in her eyes, the smoke now pouring forth from her mouth, eyes, nose and ears. Tail lashing, the flames crept up from her throat and combusted very suddenly. It was a roar and a rush of flames, a blink and you miss it type deal, and Littlestar was no longer a physical feline. She was all made up of flames. Her two golden optics were the only detail visible amongst the feline shaped flame. The rest was fire. "Move out." She commanded, voice huskier and tight. And with that, Hawkclan began to head towards the Exiles.
whispers that I missed firelittlestar so I did this & the link to the Exiles will be posted once enough people are on this thread!