Rip grinned, turning to the others. "Cats of the clans, to Curse!" He yowled in a wicked tone, his eyes gleaming with blood lust at the thought of the dark pelted tom who had ruined his life. He raced off toward RiverClan territory, his eyes shining and his face twisted with hatred.
Raventalon slashed at Curse's face, the other deputies closing in on them both, but at the last minute, they were thrown back by BloodClan warriors. Curse screeched, a demonic sound that echoed through the trees, and turned the tables on Raventalon, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him down, threatening to bite clean through...


