♥Brightclan and Darkclan, The Clash♥ Semi-Lit And OPEN!

[Solanum]

"Leave my personal life to me, Pinestream... Who I am mates with doesn't concern you." Watching as the the strays leapt in, she stepped forwards, just behind Echostorm... Her fur bristled with anger, her gaze cold as ice. They knew nothing of the two clans and had the b**** to go and demand they hand it over? Hissing aggressively, she flicked back her ears, claws retracting and scratching into the earth beneath her paws.

[Яαιиωнιƨρɛя]

((Oh, really? I'll edit it to Pinestream having a bloody flank, and a bit of a torn earr. I'm sorry!))

((And...wha..? There is? Ohh...I guess I read wrong. I'll edit it.))

[Cunning Fox]

Fawngaze, getting a bit excited as Kitewing lined up behind her former mate. She, with her tawny fur bristling although it was getting wetter, dashed over and stood beside the she-cat. Her vision was slightly blurred with baseless rage.

[And maybe the leader should not be dead, either. XD]

[Solanum]

(( If you ask me, no one should have attacked yet. One cat wouldn't attack when surrounded by a whole clan. ))

[Cunning Fox]

[StrayClan has not posed any attacks yet.]

[Africa.]

(I agree. I'm sorry, but we'll need to ignor that ending and say that they're still fighting with eachother.)

Sandfall gave a deep snarl of warning, shoving her body hard against Pinestreams. "Stand down. We are not looking for a fight, Pinestream. Back off of this cat immediately." Her voice was icily steady, her eyes hard as steel. It was something about Sandfall that seemed so forceful that had gotten her to the respect she'd earned amongst the clan. Here, with the tension of a battle upon them, is when this trait of hers was most often found.

Owlspirit slid his body around Seapaw as she warily stepped from her den, eyes hard as they bore into Pinestreams back. "Off. Now. Do as Sandfall says; she understands what is best. We are not looking for a fight, and we'd appreciate it if you didn't bring one."

Sandfall dipped her head in thanks to Owlspirit, finding relief in the support he constantly gave her. He was the brother she never had. She stepped forward, glancing around for a moment in search of Blackstar. When she didn't see him, she turned warily to these... Cats. If you could call them that. They had torn ears and showing ribs, wounds of the past and wounds of the present. But beneath these horrors, there were muscles, claws, and teeth. "Why, exactly, have you chosen our territory to saunter into?" Once again, the voice was made of ice. Calm, deadly, on the verge of cracking.

[Cunning Fox]

Demonpaw awoke from his nest, yawning and poking his head out of the Apprentices' Den. Closing his deep amber eyes, he thought about maybe getting some prey. Opening them again, he slightly recoiled at the cats. Is that DarkClan? No. They are too dark-pelted and savage looking. Heh, kind of like me. But, there is a very slim chance that I would be related to one of them. The tom thought, sitting down and pulling his black head back into the warm Den. It was now soaked with rain.

[Яαιиωнιƨρɛя]

((I editited it, so he is hurt, but a cat is unconcious in front of him. Not the leader.))

[Cunning Fox]

[It happens to the best of us.]

[Яαιиωнιƨρɛя]

Pinestream backed up, growling."Sorry." He whispered to the cats muttering around him saying they didn't want a fight. He looked at the un concious cat in front of him. "He won't hurt anyone." He meowed, and then with a twitch of his whiskers backed up to his clan.