(No I know, I am just not used to cat fights XD)

Ravenfur

Ravenfur tried to push him off, letting out a screech of pain trying to jerk her head to the side, her vision starting to get wonky as the pain was becoming unbearable for her to handle. She tried to move to get away her body growing sore from being pinned, the screech of pain getting louder as he pulled on her already pained ear.

Just as it felt like Jayhawk was about to pull her ear off, a bright orange blur struck him from the side. A big, fluffy, and very scarred orange blur.

Ravenfur

She tried to lift her head to see what had tackled Jayhawk, her eyes blurring slightly. Trying to see who just helped her, she watched with drowsy eyes as the blood continued to flow from her wounds.

Terror was savaging Jayhawk's already injured leg, looking like she wanted to cripple him permanently.

Ravenfur

Ravenfur watched, trying to regain strength as she tried to get up. Ear dropped down a whimper in her throat as she felt the pain wave over her torn ear, her drowsiness was coming and going in waves.

Terror was snarling, "You stupid piece of fox dung! You think I'm going g to let you murder another she-cat?"

Ravenfur

Ravenfur's fur around her head and muzzle on the left side were drenched with blood, she only slightly heard what was said. Recognizing the voice and trying to look over at the two, her body slowly gaining strength, but it slowly drained again as she lifted her head using all the strength she had to do so but dropping her head again onto the ground.

Soon, Jayhawk was fleeing, and Terror padded over to lick Ravenfur's wounds, then mowed, "Don't worry, you're in good paws."
With that, Terror lifted Ravenfur by the scruff and carried her, as a mother would carry her kit, beyond the bounds of ThunderClan territory to an old badger set, then down inside.

Ravenfur

Ravenfur was barely conscious of her surroundings, unable to fight back against the much bigger cat carrying her, but the other reason she didn't fight back was because if Terror wanted her dead she would have done so there. She got rid of Jayhawk like he was nothing more than a trouble making apprentice.

Terror laid Ravenfur on her own moss bed, then began cleaning the wounded cat's injuries, licking them clean before pushing a couple leaves at Ravenfur's muzzle and saying, "Chew those up, but do not swallow."