Cedarpaw bristled. Scarstrike, the Leafclan deputy growled. "Get out of our territory. Now." Cloverpatch hissed. "This isn't your territory!" The gray tom scoffed. "It is now. Leafclan, attack!"
Cedarpaw looked around frantically. In her panic, a hefty cat knocked into her. She whipped around, recognizing the gray shape of Rosepaw. Cedarpaw clawed at her opponent's face, managing to catch the long healed scar on her cheek. Something in the gray cat's eyes and general demeanor, shifted immediately, her whole body crumpling, paws over her face, breath quickening.
Cedarpaw crouched by Rosepaw, worried she'd hurt the she-cat badly. Rosepaw seemed off in some other place, eyes darting wildly. "Hey! You okay?" Cedarpaw mewed. Suddenly snapped from her trance, Rosepaw hissed, leaping up. Cedarpaw recoiled, but Rosepaw dove between the younger cat's paws, scoring her belly. Cedarpaw kicked at Rosepaw's muzzle, whilst Rosepaw latched onto one of Cedarpaw's hind legs, tugging harshly on it. Cedarpaw heard a "pop" as pain rushed up her joint.
Robinpaw squeaked in fear, her pelt bristling. She saw Ravenpaw tussling with a tall tabby, one of his ears nicked and bleeding. "Go get help from camp!" Cloverpatch yowled to Stripeclaw, the spotted she-cat pinned by a white warrior. Stripeclaw smacked into the pale cat, throwing him off long enough for Cloverpatch to land a solid blow to his muzzle, causing him to flee. "No! You go, you're much faster than me!" The gray tom yowled in response. "But.." Cloverpatch responded, eyes dark with worry. "Just go!" Stripeclaw screeched. Cloverpatch hesitated, and ran for the bushes.
Robinpaw suddenly felt the weight of a much bigger cat slamming into her back. She collapsed under the weight of her opponent, hissing in pain. The larger cat dug their claws into Robinpaw's pelt. She squealed, attempting to escape their grasp, to no avail. Robinpaw quickly twisted her body around to face her assailant, wincing as the scratches on her back scraped the ground.
It was Hemlockpaw.
The ginger she-cat raised a paw to Robinpaw's face, preparing to slice her face, Robinpaw guessed. The little tabby raised her head, and bit into Hemlockpaw's foreleg. She dug her fangs in deeper, biting as hard as she could, until she felt something crunch between her jaws. Am I that strong? Robinpaw thought for a moment, until she felt a surge of pain and let go involuntarily.
She could see Hemlockpaw scramble back, her forepaw bleeding. There was a look of pure terror in her green eyes as she tried to put her paw to the ground, and hissed in pain before she could make it.
Robinpaw pulled herself back up, and crouched, preparing for another attack.
But there was none. Three cats, with the scent of Cloudclan, leapt out from a bush. An unnaturally skinny tabby hissed. "Scarstrike, we're outnumbered, and your apprentice can hardly stand! Let's get out of here before we die!" The huge gray tom snarled. "I don't listen to you, Petalstreak! I'm over you in every way possible!" Petalstreak growled. "I suppose you want Rosepaw, your precious daughter, shredded then? We're leaving."
Scarstrike hissed. "This isn't over!" He yowled, scampering into the bushes, his patrol struggle to follow him.
Robinpaw looked around. She needed to find Ravenpaw and Cedarpaw, and make sure they were alright. She noticed Ravenpaw padding towards her awkwardly, his face a mess of blood. He seemed to see the worry in her eyes. "D-don't worry, it's not as bad as it looks!" He mewed quickly.
Robinpaw heard a scrabbling sound, and turned towards it.
Cedarpaw tried to pull herself up on her paws, but her hind leg wasn't cooperating with her. It ached sharply when she tried to move it, and slipped out from under her. Besides that, she had a deep scratch across her face. "Cech-Cedapa?" Cedarpaw looked up, facing the voice. It was Robinpaw, her mew barely recognizable, with a considerable amount of blood dribbling down her muzzle.
"Uh- I'm fine, Robin. Don't try to talk." She managed to stand up, one leg dragging awkwardly. "Let's just get back to camp."
Cedarpaw shifted a bit. She was awfully tired, but she wanted to wait for Robinpaw before she went to sleep. Her hind paw had been put out of joint, and just needed a good jerk, which had been.. extremely painful. She heard a shuffling, and looked towards it. It was Robinpaw, seeming washed out, as if her playful energy had been drained. She flopped herself down next to Cedarpaw, huffing.
"You okay?" She mewed quietly, as not to wake any other cats in the den. Robinpaw moaned. "Yeah.. Mulberrystone said I broke my fang and it won't grow back.."
"Hey, it's alright. I don't think anybody will notice!" Cedarpaw smiled, shutting one eye. Her vision suddenly fuzzed out even further, to the point she couldn't discern the shape of anything. She looked around, opening her eyes again. "Robi- oh." Robinpaw was fast asleep beside her. Cedarpaw sighed and curled up next to her.