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||Featherclan she-Warrior||27 Moons old||Attracted to Darkpelt||
Bluetail looked between Darkpelt and Watersprout. Before she could say anything, she tensed when Watersprout called her a filthy junk of blue. The tension rose within her, and her honour demanded that she should swipe at Watersprout's mouth for uttering those words against her.
"I never stole anyone!" she yowled after Watersprout's back.
She took several deep breaths, then looked to Dawnstar.
"Look, fighting between us isn't going to help. If what Leopardfur said is true, no matter if she can't be trusted fully, then we need to stand as a unit and not divided. Emberclan may attack, and if they do, they'll pick us all off one by one. Other cats may doubt Leopardfur's words, but I don't want to take that risk. Does anyone want to risk our lives? The kittens' lives?"
She backed herself toward Darkpelt, touching his chest with her tail as if she tried to soothe his anger. Hurting and killing other cats was only going to make an already tense situation worse.