The loner cruisin' ShadowClan turf

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    Dragging herself up, Bloodscar found she could barely walk. The cut down her stomach was bleeding, as well as her paw. Looking up at America, fire blazed in her eyes. Looking around, a plan quickly formed in her mind. Limping over to the dumpster, she clambered inside, searching...

    America leaped into the air, dodging Hollowsong's attack. In mid-landing, she stuck a paw out and tried to score her claws across the she-cat's face and land successfully. Hmph. These guys are good, but I'm better! The ginger loner thought.

    Crywolf scowled when the battle broke out again. Why was that loner she-cat so stupid? Her dived into battle, aiming a blow at America's shoulder.

    Hollowsong leaned back, avoiding America's blow. She jumped up, hoping to bite down on the loner's leg.

    Snakestrike blinked, puzzled, as he watched the scene from the safety of a pine tree. He had been hunting, but heard the all too familiar sound of quarreling cats. He followed it, and ended up at the carrion place. Knowing that most cats in his Clan preferred to fight their own fights, the silver and black tom had merely observed. Of course, he had almost leapt down from his perch when Bloodscar had fallen into the rubbish, but Hollowsong had saved her before he had been able to do anything. But now, the tension was heating up as they began to fight again.


    They might end up hating me for interfering, he thought, swishing his tail. ....buuuuut, I'm getting bored just sitting here. 'Sides, they might need some help.


    He streaked down the side of the tree, leaping from branch to branch until he hit the floor. Snakestrike regained his balance, and strolled out into the open.


    "What's going on?" he called, his head tilted to one side as he considered leaping into the fray.

    "Ah...aha..." perhaps he shouldn't have asked; he already had an idea of what was happening. But still, it probably wasn't a good idea to let his Clanmates know that he was eavesdropping. "Well, that's a problem. Do you need help, or do you have everything under control?"


    Snakestrike flicked his tail, gesturing to the battling cats. They certainly seemed capable, and the loner wasn't aiming to kill just yet.

    America stumbled as she hadn't noticed the bite on her leg. She showed no signs of pain, and started flailing her free hind claws at the attacker's face to scratch their eyes. These guys wanna piece of me!? Eh!?

    This is boring. thought Snakestrike. Maybe he should jump into the fight; this loner didn't belong on ShadowClan grounds, and he needed to practice his battle-skills anyway. He flexed his claws, letting them carve small furrows in the moist soil. He didn't really like fighting, but still...what would his fellow warriors say if he didn't even attempt to help?



    Having made up his mind, the silver-and-black tom tensed, and leapt forwards, trying to barrel the loner over. He felt his claws hook onto her back, and Snakestrike rolled onto the ground, in an attempt to pin her down, or at least get her off her paws.

    Thunderpaw was taking a walk in his territory getting used to things when he heard some cats yelling
    he had come bounding over
    "Rouge! " he watched the cats
    "Get off our territory!"

    Finally, Bloodscar's head reappeared with a shard of glass in her mouth. "Hey be careful!" she yelled, before jumping out of the dumpster and walking up to America. "Lets see what damage I can do with this..."

    America turned and saw Bloodscar with the shiny piece of glass in her mouth. That sparked something in the depths of her kittypet memories. The ginger loner had a flashback; her days living in the Twoleg nest with the clear, shining glass table that the Twolegs put stuff on. The Twolegs ate on it too. One day, the Twolegs broke it by accident and shards shattered all over the place and the Twoleg's foot was cut. Glass! They're gonna cut me!

    Thunderpaw had noticed the Rouge staring at nothing
    "NOW! do it now!"

    America darted in Bloodscar's direction, recklessly aiming to tackle her and get her to drop the piece of glass. "You ain't gonna cut meh with that there glass you got there, bub!?!" They're nuts! America thought, Bonkers!!

    Thunderpaw had watched the rouge hit bloodscar
    he gave a loud yowl and attacked the rouge claws unsheathed he had grabbed on the cats back and bit its neck and kicking its back with his hind feet

    Suprised by Thunderpaws violent outlash, she stood confused, forgetting what she was going to do. Then, remembering the glass in her mouth she stepped forward, a violent glint in her eye. "Get out of the way, apprentice. You've done well, you should tell your mentor." She purred, in a kind voice. Suddenly her voice became thick with anger. "But its my turn now." She took another step towards America, fully intent on attacking her.

    Thunderpaws eyes gleamed
    "R-Really! oh thank you" He got of the cat and backed off

    Smiling, despite the glass in her mouth, Bloodscar looked down at the apprentice. "Your welcome." She purred, "They'll be proud, I'm sure." Bloodscar watched America for a while, before muttering "You're a strange cat. You're fighting, when you could have easily left. Even under these odds, you're still fighting. Why? Why are you even here in the first place?"