#leafrush

Topazpaw had not been so lucky, however. Once Marshpaw had gotten her claws in her pelt, she was almost impossible to get back off. The bloodied red and white queen crouched behind the other three Tideclan mollies, as they stood in a protective line between their kits and the Infernoclan cats.

Dawnclaw’s usually neat fur stood on end, and she growled ferociously. “Leave my grand-kits alone, you Infernoclan fiends!”

Leafrush’s feathery tail rustled the grass underneath her as she lashed her tail angrily, and she dug her claws into the soil. “Get out, before we make you.”