A moon has pasted, I've fell into my new role well. Coming back into camp with Thime and catnip, I go to the den and lay the herbs out in the sun. Hawkeye pads out, joining me and we finish. Curling up in the sun, Hawkeye grooms his fur.
Curling beside hem, I groom his back, popping fleas and getting out knots. A howl goes out, the two of us jump up as Hawkeye is tackled, I'm surrounded by a gang of rogues. Sorenspirit is pinned down, I glare at the cats surrounding me.
"My my, Sorenspirit. How's it feel to be helpless." the rogue leader says. I growl when a tom advances on me, swiping at hem.
"So, the apprentice thinks he can fight." the tom lounges, I jump over hem, grab his scruff and drag hem down. Rolling hem over, I pumble his belly. The tom let's out a screech, I'm grabbed and thrown off the tom.
Twisting, landing, I skid before the barrier. "This is my home, I won't let you take it. Or harm anyone here." I charge at the leader. He tries to sidestep but I catch hem with my claws. He yelps as I claw hem deep, blood soaking the grass.
"Who are you, that isn't Wolfclan fighting." he says. "I'm no originally Wolfclan." I hiss, charging. The tom side steps, jumping on my back. He bites hard on my shoulder, ripping it out. Yelling in pain, spinning, I claw his face.
The tom darts in, rushing me and bites down hard on my shoulder. He trips it out again, biting down harder and rips more out. Yelling, ripping away from hem, I lounge and sink my teech deep into his neck. Shaking, I jerk hard and rip his neck out.
As the tom falls, his group scatters, I stumble and Snowflair supports me. Hawkeye lays his tail on my back as the two lead me to the den. Collapsing on my nest, Hawkeye sets about putting herbs on my shoulder. He also uses cobwebs and a stick to brace my leg. Hawkeye gives me a poppy seed and I fall asleep.