MoorClan
Silently waiting for Timetraveler789456 now..

StoneHeart noticed SnailShell come into her den "What is it?" StoneHeart asked. SnailShell explained how the rouges where staying with the clan "well send them to the old prisoners den, it's the only place they can stay without making the clan uneasy" StoneHeart flicked her tail. "i suppose that you will keep them out of trouble"

(Ty)

Snailshell's eyes narrowed "They have a unique prey catching technique, to scare to rabbit into each others paws. it could be useful. We also wanted to ask if we could ask for help at the gathering. The rogues are Mudstripes relatives anyway, old clan cats. You'd probably remember them."

*Foxflame*

I leap backwards to get out of the way as Fangtalon and Mudstripe roll in the dirt, fighting hard. I can tell its not a play-fight, as I can see the glint of claws and teeth and I can also see blood on both of them.

MoorClan
Snailshells ears pricked up at the sound of fighting and she bounded out of the den, snarling at Mudstripe. She leapt down, tackling the bigger warriors. She lashed with with her claws at his flank, rolling over and underneath him, twisting upwards and clawing at his stomach before scrambling out. She twisted to claw his other flank, growling. Her reactions were slow from hunger.

*Mudstripe*

Blind with rage, I ignore Snailshell and continue to fight with my brother.





*Fangtalon*

"You fight alright, for a Clan cat" I hiss at my brother, along with other insults as we fight, rolling around in the dirt.

MoorClan
Snailshell she leapt again at Fangtalon, clawing him along the flank continuously.

(I'm really, really, sorry. i meant to put I clawed Fangtalon in last roleplay but I mixed them up somehow.)

(That's alright I knew what you meant)

*Mudstripe*

In my anger I accidentally kick Snailshell hard, sending her falling backwards away from the fight as we roll farther away in the dirt. Finally I manage to pin my brother and I stand over him, my front paws placed firmly on his chest as he finally stops struggling and lays panting beneath my feet.

MoorClan
Snailshell coughed, she got up completely winded. Her flank was bleeding from where brambles had could it and she had thorns stuck in it. Her ribs ached and the throbbing pain made her want to pass out.

*Fangtalon*

I push my brother off me and start hissing insults at him again. As we begin to circle each other the rest of the Clan gives us room, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.