Heronfrost managed to ram forward with his short legs and tear his claws over the tom's ears, and nipped at his heels. "Get out of our territory, flea-pelt!" he snarled. His mangy, torn up pelt bristled and he lashed his tail. He was probably one of the "okay" and fit, cats in his clan since the battle with canyonswoop. "we won't take trespassers anymore. even if it is because of a moonstone." he warned, snarling.
[dannnggg heron.. what happened to u ;-;]

























