They face each other in the shadows, hackles raised and claws extended. Neither intended for this to become such a hairy situation- especially on the outskirts of camp- but Strongclaw can't help his sly digs and his snarls, no more than Smokefang can resist trying to push him away from Sablefrost.
"Leave her alone," the calico growls. He knows this immense grey cat has hurt her. She doesn't deserve that.
"Don't get in my way," Smokefang retorts, in a rumble far lower than anything Strongclaw can achieve. "She will come back to me and she will leave you."
"She doesn't want you." Strongclaw is on the verge of ripping his ears to bleeding ribbons- maybe, if the warrior won't listen to him, he'll listen to pain.
Smokefang insists, softly, "She does." But he can't meet Strongclaw's eyes.
This drabble is completely my wifey's fault.